Wonder Girl

“Just a sec, this is a little odd,” says the woman behind the counter.

“What’s up?

“Well, it says for you to go to a certain address and meet Wonder Woman, but there’s a note saying that you won’t actually be assigned to her.”

She gives you the address, but can’t find any more information. You go to there and find that it is the Themysciran Embasy. Two tall, muscular women guard the door, but they let you in when you show them your papers from Sidekicks Inc.

Once inside another tall woman, this one wearing greek armor, leads you to an office. Your face almost falls off when you see the gorgeous brunette behind the desk. It’s Wonder Woman, princess of the Amazons.

“Welcome!” She stands and walks over to you. “I’m Dianna. I’m sure we’ll see each other occasionally, so we might as well get a good start. Have a seat.”

You sit in front of her desk, but she doesn’t go back to her chair. Instead she sits on a corner of the desk and looks down at you.

“Uhhhh.” You try to summon the proper words. “Miss Dianna? I’m not sure what’s going on here. There was a note saying that I’m not going to be your sidekick.”

“Yes! You’re going to be a birthday present. In fact, put this on, the party is about to start and we don’t have much time.”

She hands you an gigantic red bow. It’s the size of a briefcase and has large ribbons hanging off it, so you tie it around your chest.

“We’d better get going, we’re going to be late.” She grabs your hand and gently tugs you along behind her. You want to ask more questions, but holding the hand of Wonder Woman is a mind numbingly wonderful experience that shouldn’t be interupted.

She pulls you into a large ballroom filled with tall, muscular Amazons. Many of them are armed. The room is decorated with banners and balloons mixed among spears, swords and other weaponry. Before you can say anything one of the Amazons shushes everyone and turns off the lights.

A door opens and a slim, female figure is siloughetted in the light from the hallway. Her hand reaches over and turns on the light.

“Surprise!” yell all the Amazons, many of them banging weapons against shields as they yell.

“Oh my gods!” says the prettiest blonde girl you’ve ever seen. “You guys! You didn’t have to do this!”

Wonder Woman steps forward. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Wonder Girl!” The two lovely women embrace. “I wanted this day to be as special as possible, so I got you something special. Your own sidekick!”

All eyes turn to you. Wonder Girl disengages from her mentor and walks over to you. She pulls one of the ribbons on your bow and it falls to the floor. Several of the Amazons laugh. It’s not girlish giggling, but the laughter of warriors who can tear you apart.

“Hi there,” says Wonder Girl. You try not to stare, but she’s gorgeous. Natural long blonde hair, breasts that aren’t as big as Wonder Woman’s but are at least a C-cup, and a glowing smile all combine to form a wonderful package. “So, what can I expect from my sidekick?”

It’s obvious that whatever you say next sets the tone for the whole relationship.