Diana Prince was driving home through a downtown area due to some construction on her normal route. The area wasn’t a slum or a really bad area, but one that had lots of small business, small warehouses, and was generally run down. She was not really focusing much on anything with her radio playing the day’s news (nothing worthy of Wonder Woman’s attention).
As she approached a corner, she glanced down an alleyway and noticed some thick, low hanging smoke drifting out of a small window halfway down the alley.
“That doesn’t look good.” Diana thought to herself as she stopped her car. She quickly dialed 911, but realized she had no connection. A quick glance showed she had no signal, which was odd considering her location in the middle of the city. “I’d better check this out and make sure no one is in danger.”
She quickly backed up into the alley, jumped out of her car and trotted down towards the smoke. Diana decided it would be better to see if anyone was there as Diana first, if it was an empty building no point in bothering with Wonder Woman. She moved up to the window and looked in to see what appeared to be a lab of some kind in flames. Fires were all over, with a large stack of papers in flames in the center of the room and a large pool of some odd green liquid in flames near the far wall. A single man was apparently trying to beat out the flames but wasn’t having any luck and appeared oblivious to the flames creeping up behind him.
Diana didn’t hesitate one more second. She backed up, looked around and spun. A bright flash of light and Wonder Woman stood in her place. Quickly looking around she found a staircase going down to what appeared to be the lab door. She rushed down, found it locked, and then kicked it.
“OOOF!” Wonder Woman backed up a bit. The door, although looking like a normal regular fire door, was much heavier and stouter than it appeared. She quickly moved forward and hit it with her super strength and knocked it off its hinges. “Great Hera, that door is heavier than a submarine bulkhead door!” she thought as she moved forward into the smoke.
She moved forward to the man who had turned around when the door smashed in. “Quickly, come with me! I’ll get you out and see about putting this fire out.”
“No! Get out! Let this place burn! I have to destroy it!” The man backed away from her with a look of fear in his eyes. “GO! I’ll be fine, must I have to destroy it!”
“Destroy what? Come on, we don’t have time for this and I must make sure this fire doesn’t spread!” Wonder Woman replied and moved forward.
The man backed away and held up his hands shouting at her to get out while she moved forward. He shoved a cart with several racks at her and she shoved it aside roughly, knocking one of the canisters into the pool of green burning liquid. Another tank fell off the top of the cart onto the nozzle of the other tank and knocked it off releasing a gas straight into the fire. Before Wonder Woman or the man could react the gas flashed like a stun grenade. The bang and force of the blast knocked out the various fires and was muffled by the thick walls. The doorway had a corner so there was not much dissipation of the force that way. The pool of green liquid was blow all over the room and mixed with the gas released to make a thick choking greenish/purple gas that settled low to the floor. That wouldn’t have been much of problem excepting that Wonder Woman and the man had both been stunned by the blast and were lying on the floor.
The man gasped for air several times with a look of horror on his face as he twitched. He managed to croak out “No, please no!” before he changed.
The man had been a smaller guy, maybe 5 and half feet tall, lanky, and not very muscled. If anyone had been watching they would have seen him go still and then grow taller, gain muscle mass, and a darker complexion. He had been somewhat geeky before, he was now very a handsome and rugged looking stud standing about 6ft 4in with abs, muscles and a body that even Superman might be impressed by.
The man stood up with a very nasty smile. “You failed you little geek! Now I’M back and I’m never leaving! Good riddance.” The man looked around and saw Wonder Woman laying in the gas and thrashing as she gasped.
“Oh ho, this could be fun. I wonder how the formula works on Amazons.” the man said with leer. He knelt down next to Wonder Woman and reached under her head and lifted it up a bit. “Hang on, the gas won’t hurt you, just take deep breaths and you will be fine.” he told her with a smile. Wonder Woman took a deep breath and gagged again.
“Uh oh, you are having a reaction. Don’t worry, it’s rare but it happens, let me get the antidote.” He reached behind him, using his body to block Wonder Woman’s view of what he was doing. He grabbed a small beaker and scoped up a large blob of the green liquid. “Here drink this quickly, tastes bad but it will fix you good.”
Wonder Woman took the beaker and still stunned by the blast and the nasty gas quickly downed the beaker of green liquid. For a second she felt her head clearing and was then racked with horrible pain and doubled over. She was in such agony she curled into a ball and couldn’t even scream. The man watched.
After a few minutes, Wonder Woman uncurled. The man watched closely as she rolled over, shook her head and then stood up.
The man let out a low wolf whistle. “Well, hello there miss. What’s your name?”
“I’m, like, not sure, k? I’m like totally sure I was, like, Wonder Woman and totally a super hero. But, I don’t think I’m that anymore, k?”
The man smiled at the bombshell standing in front of him. The only thing left that would indicate she was Wonder Woman was the costume. Wonder Woman had been a raven haired, Amazonian power lifter and superhero. This woman was a platinum blonde with hair hanging perfectly straight down to her ass, with a 44 DD rack that looked like a perfect example of plastic surgery, an ass to match, and an even more perfect hourglass figure. She was shorter than Wonder Woman, just under six feet, had bright pink fingernails in a perfect manicure, puffy pink lips that looked like they had a perfectly applied pink lip gloss, and ditzy empty blue eyes that screamed “nobody home”. She looked like the ultimate and perfect stripper. She was as knock out gorgeous as Wonder Woman, but in a slutty, cheap, trailer trash porn star way.
“No, you are definitely not Wonder Woman any more. You are better than that stuck up bitch. Much better. The formula you drank helped bring out the real and better you.” The man said as he walked up to the blonde and took her hand. He gently kissed it, which caused the blonde to giggle and smile. The man then wrapped his arms around her, squeezed her ass (getting another giggle and lick of the lips), and then kissed her passionately. The blonde kissed back with equal passion, and when they broke the kiss she gave a contented sigh.
“Mmmmmm, nice baby. You kiss, like totally awesome!”
“Thank you my dear. You do too. But your name, you must tell me your name.” the man said.
(giggle) “Like, I’m Cinnamon. Like the sweet and spicy, um, spice!” the former Wonder Woman replied while twirling a strand of her hair with one finger and chewing on the other.
“Enchanting my dear, but you need to have a last name. I think “Golddigger” will suit you just fine. That’s what you are after all, isn’t that right? You don’t care about anyone,, just what you can get out of them. Correct? I mean, a little, horny, blonde, bimbo slut like you has no desires other than personal pleasure, right?” The man said as he spun her around and kissed her neck and shoulders while removing her lasso.
“Mmmmmmm, yeah baby. That’s, like totally me to the max. Oooooooo, keep doing that baby. Yeah, me, me, me, and me!” Cinnamon Golddigger replied as she started to grind up against the man.
“Well, things just got VERY interesting.” the man thought to himself as he took Cinnamon by the hand and started moving towards the door, stopping only to pick up a small notebook, and to scoop up a bottle of the green liquid. At the door he turned around and tossed a match in, watched it catch fire, and then smiling at Cinnamon said “Come my dear, we have things to discuss.”