Diana gives up her stuff

Diana sighed, "Fine, you can borrow my things…"

Bending over, she riffled through her locker and began collecting stuff, all the while Kristy took the opportunity to snap a few more pictures of the heroine's presented buttocks. She intended to keep to her word and not post them, but if things got hairy it wouldn't hurt to have a few extra pictures.

Standing up, Diana held in her arms a backpack that contained everything she brought with her. Begrudgingly, she handed the bag over to Kristy, who took it with delight.

"Thank you very much!" the blonde exclaimed, unzipping the bag and looking around the inside, "Wow, you really did give me everything, huh?" she said, pulling out Diana's leotard, "You fight crime in something this skimpy? Aren't you ever cold?"

Diana blushed, "Can you please stop belittling me and give me something to wear like you promised."

Being an over 6ft muscular Amazonian, Diana normally had an intimidating presence, but seeing her sheepishly covering her chest and crotch while she avoided making eye contact with anyone took away the near entirety of her intimidation factor.

Kristy chuckled, "Alright, give me a minute to get your outfit ready."

Diana nervously watched as Kristy turned away from her and began sifting through the bag. She had never felt this **** before, standing completely naked, powerless, and at the mercy of a stranger. Keeping her eyes pointed at the ground, she refused to make eye contact with any of the other women in the locker room so as not to feel ashamed about her situation. Still, she couldn't help but overhear their whispers.

"I never thought I'd see Wonder Woman getting blackmailed..."

"She didn't didn't stand up for herself much, did she?"

"Maybe she's got a kink for this kind of thing."

Diana bit her lip, embarrassed but not wanting to draw further attention to her situation by arguing against their claims. More than anything she wanted to fight back and prove she was the confident heroine they expected, but she knew that would only make the situation worse. She just kept her head down and continued to remind herself that she had to do this, her reputation was on the line.

RIIIIIP!

The sound of cloth ripping startled Diana, "What are you doing?!"

Kristy looked over her should with a smile, "Just making some slight adjustments to your outfit.~"

RIP! RIIIP! RIIIIIIIIIIP!

Each tear made the heroine's toes curl. She couldn't see what was being adjusted, but it certainly sounded drastic.

RIP! RIP! RIIIIIP!

"Alright, I think it's ready," Kristy smirked, handing the garments over to Diana who looked them over skeptically.

Immediately she recognized her own sports bra and form-fitting shorts, she had intended to wear them throughout her workout today though it appeared they had been changed significantly. The neckline of the bra had been lowered significantly and the shorts were ripped into the shape of a thong. All together, they looked less like something you'd wear in a gym and more like skimpy underwear.

"What in Hades is this?!" Diana demanded.

"It's your new workout clothes. I made them a bit more modern to show off your assets."

"I-I can't go out there dressed in this! These could barely be used as undergarments!"

Kristy crossed her arms, "Well, if you don't like what I've made, then you can always just go out naked."

"What?! I'd never do that! Just give me my leotard!"

Kristy chuckled, "Nope, your things are going to be under my care until I'm done with you," she then picked up the bag and placed it into her locker, "So what'll it be? A clothed or naked workout?"

Befuddlement washed over Diana as she again found herself cornered. She had assumed her reputation would remain mostly intact by the end of this scuffle, but now she was being railroaded into public exposure. She looked apprehensively at the revealing garments in her hand. Was she really going to go do this?