Donna Troy, aka Troia | Wonder Girl I

Tim eyed the outfit with confusion, a sparkly black number, and also... very clearly a woman's outfit. Not just any woman's either. He'd recognize it anywhere.

"Diana, I hate to point out the obvious, but this was made for a woman. And... doesn't this belong to Donna?"

Diana chuckled in response, shaking her head, Which only confused the young hero more

"I am aware, I took it during a confrontation with Circe, it changes the wearers body to one of my sister's, the intent is for you to wear it and pretend to be one of the ones Circe has brainwashed, turning me in on her behalf and thus allowing us to sneak in and confront her."

Though eager to prove himself, Tim was skeptical of this method to say the least. He eyed the outfit up and down, looking between it and Wonder Woman before, once more stating what was probably obvious.

"If you got this from Circe... how do you know it's not a trap? She could have enchanted it or something, right?"

Tim tried to find a way out of wearing it. He didn't know the first thing about magic outside of D&D.

Diana rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. Tim thought it was a sensible enough conclusion, though he wasn't sure why Circe would go this route with one of her tricks, maybe to recruit more allies? Perhaps this was one of the witch's disguises?

"I've already checked the item myself. Rest assured, Tim other than it making you a woman and helping you maintain your cover nothing else will go wrong."

Diana was asking quite a lot of him. He would at least be an Amazon, right? They were a tribe of powerful warriors and it wasn't like he couldn't change back when it was all done he supposed, probably just had to take off the outfit or something. Besides Diana needed his help, and what kind of hero would he be if he turned her down in a time of crisis?

"Ok, I'll help, give me the... outfit."

"Excellent! I appreciate your aid."

With that Tim took the outfit in hand and Wonder Woman left the room to give him some privacy. With a final sigh Tim began to put the outfit on from top to bottom. as he did he felt it tighten on him, the outfit sealing and already beginning to work its magic.

The wind was knocked out of the young hero as his body began to shrink, his body, while still very strong and toned became more feminine, his frame thinning, and his thighs pushing out.

"Whoa!"

While at first uncomfortable, as his body shifted to fit the costume the opposite became true-Tim wasn't sure whether to be happy about that or not. His struggles continued, the man gasping for air as his chest thrust out, breasts swelling to meet the costume's proportions. Tim cupped them in shock as they expanded. He panted as his new cleavage settled into the starry black top. He blushed harshly at the sight of the everpresent set of boobs he now sported.

"I-I guess this was part of the deal..."

His hair trickled down in front of his eyes and passed his shoulders, his hips widening and widening all the while his thighs thickened. The pant legs of the suit growing tighter and tighter against his ass as it ballooned forth. The silver armbands levitated and slapped themselves on to Tim's wrists, his fingers growing out and changing color to be manicured. His palms now dainty.

He looked in a nearby mirror as his face twisted and contorted into his new form, when it was done he saw a familiar face staring back at him, along with the rest of his body, the expression on her face reflected his uncertainty on this matter.

"Donna...?"

His hand went to his neck at the voice that came out. He sounded like her now too. As he adjusted to his new form she heard the invisible jet cut off, and Diana entered the room once more.

"Ah I see you have finished, that will definitely work for our mission Tim... well I suppose I should call you Donna for the mission, don't worry the costume will help you along, we'll have this done in no time"

Tim sighed, shaking his head as he looked around.

"I really hope so."

As they stepped out of the jet they noticed a strange sight-as far as they could tell no fighting was going on, as Diana had said there would be. Was this more in the shadows than Tim expected? regardless they could still do their mission, he'd just go over it with Diana.

"Hey Diana, what's our approach.... huh?"

Tim looked down, noting a light beginning to emanate from the stars on the costume he was wearing, the hue gradually growing larger and engulfed the duo.

"Wonder Woman, what's happening?!"

No response. Just as quickly as it brightened, the light began to die down.

"What the heck just happened, hey Diana, we still going to go through with the mission like this?"

Wonder Woman gave him a look of confusion, like she didn't know what he was talking about. Did she hit her head or something? No... something like that shouldn't affect her. And yet what she said next certainly made it sound that way.

"What are you talking about, Donna? We're here for training."

OK, was he messing with her or something? No, the costume... she said she got it from some encounter with Circe, he knew it had to be a trap!

"I'm Donna Troy!"

Ah, right, of course the costume helping him fit in wasn't a lie either... great, this... wasn't going to be a good time was it? And jsut what was Circe's plot in all this?

"Yes Donna I know who you are... You are acting odd today... Are you well?"