Will Desmond, a teenager obsessed with Wonder Woman

The best thing about graduating high school is that I can wake up at noon on a Wednesday. Well, okay, the real best thing about it is not being in high school anymore, but sleeping in is definitely up there. Which is why it's a shame that I was rudely woken up by a banging on my bedroom door.

"William, wake up! Just because you don't have a job doesn't mean you get to sleep all day!"

"Alright, alright, I'm up!" I shouted, groggily stumbling out of bed.

"You better be! And I expect you to fill out that job application I gave you last night!"

"Alright!" I shouted again. Jesus, why did my mom have to be such a hard-ass with me? It's not like she expected Cindy to get a job only two weeks after graduating high school. Sure, Cindy got accepted into State and I didn't, but couldn't I get at least a few months to figure my life out first?

I groaned and slipped on some sweatpants over my boxers, sparing only a brief glance at the application for the local Metro Burger. I really didn't want to fill out yet another application for some dead end job, especially with the sour mood I was in, but I knew that if I didn't I could very well make my mom angry enough to kick me out. So I begrudgingly accepted that I would have to... after I did my morning P.W.C.

The P was rather simple: I just went to the bathroom and took a Piss, something that hopefully no one reading this want me to elaborate further on. I returned to my room to start on the W: Watch. More specifically, watch videos of the most beautiful woman in the world.

Turning on my computer and logging in, I was greeted by the picture of Wonder Woman that I had set as my wallpaper. It was from a promotional photoshoot she did last year for International Women's Day, in which she was emulating the old Rosie the Riveter flex-and-pose, showing both her biceps and her winning smile to the photographer. And me.

"Good morning, my love," I whispered, "Seeing your face in the morning is always a gorgeous ray of sunshine in the darkness of my life."

My family and friends knew about my celebrity 'crush' on the superheroine, but none of them really knew just how strong my desire for her was. If they did, they would probably called it an obsession, but only because they couldn't understand. I had seen countless hours of videos of Wonder Woman in action, and had a entire folder on my computer dedicated to images of her. I had my a poster of her up on the wall next to my bed so I could look at her as I fell asleep at night, and a limited edition statuette that sat by my computer. I even had a framed autograph of hers, but my most prized possession was a used napkin I bought online for $500 from a waiter who swore it was used by Wonder Woman herself after she ate at his restaurant. Some might say I got ripped off given that the only proof he supplied was an out of focus snapshot, but I had seen enough of her to recognize my Amazon princess even in that photo, and the lipstick on the napkin was her favorite shade of red. I knew it was legit, so I had that sucker vacuum-sealed the moment it arrived.

So yeah, you could say I was obsessed. But I knew I was in love. And I would have given anything for the chance to meet her in person. Which is why my blood boiled when I opened my web browser and saw the first headline of my news app: Justice League Welcome Young Adults to the Watchtower Open Expo.

I remembered when the Justice League first announced they would be giving a lucky group of young adults in the 18-24 age group a tour of the Watchtower, and more importantly the chance to personally meet the Justice League, including Wonder Woman herself, and two of them would get the chance to stay on the Watchtower for a whole week. That very same day I had filled out my application and sent it in, believing that this was my chance to finally get to see and talk to the love of my life in person. I waited eagerly for my invitation to come in the mail... and waited... and waited... until finally Superman announced that the contest was over, and everyone who won had their invitations sent in the mail. An invitation that I never got.

And now, as I was sitting in front of my computer in my bedroom alone, a group of college students hardly any older than me were going to be meeting my idol, my beautiful Themysciran rose. What did they do to deserve it that I didn't? Did they have more money that they used to buy their way in? Or maybe they or their parents had connections to people who worked on the Watchtower and pulled some strings for them. Ultimately, it didn't matter how they pulled it off. All that mattered was that they were getting this chance and I wasn't. And that made me furious.

In an attempt to cheer myself up, I looked up one of my favorite videos of Wonder Woman battling Giganta. Usually watching Wonder Woman battling someone twenty times her size and still making them reel with her powerful blows got me excited like nobody's business, but right now all I could think about is how close I was to seeing this marvel in person. To actually talk to her, and ask her everything I ever wanted to ask. What is your favorite part of living outside of Themyscira? What's your workout routine? What shampoo do you use? Would you ever consider going out with me?

Goddamnit, this wasn't enough. I stopped the video, too frustrated to enjoy it. I decided I was going to skip the W today and go straight to the C: Cum.

Normally I'd spend a few minutes looking through my collection of Wonder Woman pictures for just the right one for the mood I was in, but I didn't have the patience for that today. Instead I flopped back onto my bed and pulled my ants and boxers down enough to pull out my cock as I looked at the poster I had on my wall. The picture was a full-body picture of Wonder Woman, posing with her hand on her hip and winking at the viewer. It wasn't framed, being held onto the wall by a few tacks on the corners, but that was only because I had intended to get it signed by the heroine herself one day. That day could have been today.

I squirted some lotion out of the bottle on my beside table and rubbed it into my hands, then started jerking my cock aggressively. As my erection began to form in my hand, I imagined that I wasn't just looking at a picture of the raven-haired Amazon, but that she was by my bedside now, giving me a saucy wink before climbing into bed and mounting my dick.

God, I bet she's still a virgin, I thought to myself as I imagined my hand was her pussy enveloping my shaft, At the very least she probably hasn't felt a hard dick in there before. Her mind would probably be blown by me pounding into her.

Eyes still locked onto the winking face next to me, I thought about how it would feel to hold her close to me, to kiss those soft plush lips of hers, to press my fingers into those big boobs of hers. Why? Why couldn't I have won that stupid contest? It could have been the best day of my life!

I felt my balls churn, and my dick prepared itself to let loose. I began to feel lightheaded, which was strange but I had more immediate concerns on my mind. And as I pictured Wonder Woman holding me close and our tongues intertwining with one another, I came hard, and my vision went white.

I blinked, disoriented, and quickly realized that something was very wrong. I was no longer laying on my bed, but instead standing in the middle of a metal hallway. My body felt weird, but not in a bad way. On the contrary, I was feeling more alert, and oddly strong. Unsure of where I was, I looked to my left and saw some closed metal doors and panels on the wall. I then looked to my right and saw a window, outside of which was...

...Oh my God.

I walked over to the window, stumbling slightly on my way there. I hardly noticed though, too enraptured by the sight of the Earth outside the window, backed by a starry sky.

I was in space.

How the fuck did I get into space?!?

I pressed my hands against the window as I tried to look outside and figure out some clue as to where I was. And when my wrists touched the glass, I heard the light clink of metal, and was suddenly aware I was wearing some kind of armbands. Glancing to my side at them, I immediately recognized that I was wearing Wonder Woman's bracelets on my wrists.

Except... they weren't my wrists. Or my hands, which definitely did not look this slender or had nails that well manicured. Or even my arms, which did not have the tanned, toned musculature of these arms. I did recognize them though. They looked like...

...No. No, it couldn't be.

I turned towards the window again, this time focusing not on the view outside but on the reflection in the window. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when they did I was in for the shock of my life. It wasn't my face that was being reflected back at me. Instead of my short orange hair and pale freckled skin, I saw long black tresses and unblemished skin with a beautiful Mediterranean tan. Instead of the face of a boy just out of high school, the face of a woman... no, a goddess stared back at me, her blue eyes a mixture of fear and awe.

It was Wonder Woman. I was Wonder Woman.

In disbelief, I looked down at my chest and ended up with a face-full of cleavage, a valley of two large fleshy orbs held in place by a red corset and framed with a golden 'W'.

I breathed in. The boobs in front of me rose. I breathed out. They sank.

Hands shaking, I reached down to touch these breasts, to caress these treasures I have lusted after for so long, scarcely believing this could be happening. I didn't even care if this was just a hyper-realistic dream or not, I just wanted to touch them. Feel the soft flesh against my fingers just once before-

"W-Wonder Woman?"

It was a girl's voice. My heart pounding in my chest, I looked up, feeling very much like a kid caught stealing a candy bar. And for the first time, I was fully aware that I wasn't alone.

There were a group of about twenty people behind me, all in rather ordinary clothes. Which was fitting, considering they were rather ordinary people, all appearing to be around my age. Some had their phones out, other had pamphlets in their hands, but they were all staring at me. A few of them, mostly the guys, seemed to be checking me out, which was weird in and of itself, but most of them looked confused, or worried.

"Wonder Woman?" a blonde girl in the front of the group repeated, "Are you okay? Why'd we stop?"

"Stop?" I parroted, then let out a gasp as I heard Wonder Woman's angelic voice pass from between my lips.

"Yeah," the girl said, "I-Is there something wrong?"

Wrong? Why would there be anything wrong? I was in the body of Wonder Woman!

"Um... no," I said, my gaze drifting back down to the gorgeous body my mind was now inhabiting, "Nothing's wrong."

"Then can we get going?" an Asian guy asked, "You said you guys had a pool up here!"

God, this guy looked like an athlete, and I was still a good head or two taller than him. I was probably taller than everyone in the crowd, save for possibly two really tall guys in the back. I was pretty short for my age, so being so... so Amazonian was a surreal experience for me.

Wait, why were these people following Wonder Woman around anyway? It was almost like they were expecting her to take them somewhere...

Duh, of course! The Open Expo! These must be the 'lucky' winners, and Wonder Woman must have been giving them a tour!

A tour that I should have been a part of, not them...

I balled my hands into fists, and could feel the muscles in my arms tense. They felt like steel chords, ready to strike out at a moment's notice. I've seen the things Wonder Woman had done in the past with these arms... I bet I could punch right through iron if I wanted to. Or toss that athlete clear down the hall one handed without breaking a sweat.

"W-Wonder Woman?" another girl, this one with black curly hair and glasses said, "A-Are you feeling alright?"

"What?" I said, hands relaxing as I was snapped back into... well, I hesitated to call it reality, "Oh, um... yes, I'm fine."

The group kept staring at me, a few whispering quietly to each other. I wanted nothing more than to ditch these people and go find someplace private so I could explore this divine temple to Aphrodite Wonder Woman called a body in peace. But they were expecting a tour, and if I suddenly ran off... well, that could look suspicious. And they might end up alerting another member of the Justice League, and they would interrupt me, and...

It might be better to just pretend I was Wonder Woman for a while, and continue leading the tour like nothing was wrong, at least until I found another member of the Justice League I could push this group onto. I had seen more than enough press conferences and interviews with Wonder Woman that I was sure I could pull off a convincing act, at least for these people who didn't know her as well as I did. The only problem with that plan was that while I was familiar with Wonder Woman, I knew jack shit about the Watchtower, so I would have to do my best to wing it.

The whispering grew louder. I knew my neither of my options were exactly good ones, but they were both still better than just standing here and gaping at them in silence like some slack-jawed idiot. I had to make a choice, and fast.