OK to clear things up... Cheetah here looks like the incarnation in Justice league Doom. You can google search it. HOWEVER her story line is based on the justice league animated series... Yeah... I should have made that clearer... Sorry... Anyway thanks for the review SuperKev34 so here is a longer chapter... PLS LEAVE REVIEWS? PLS? Reviews=longer chapters/faster updates ;)

"Miss Prince, please excuse me..." Dr. Whitman smiled at the beautiful raven-haired woman before ducking into a separate corridor. "Crazy third wave feminist..." he groaned rubbing his temples. He was not a chauvinist and was all for equal rights, he had daughters after all... but this woman was a little too much in his face. An ear-piercing roar snapped him out of his trance.

"Hrr...Hrr...hrr..." Barbara panted before pulling herself up, nearly tripping over her new tail. "Wait...Tail?!" Barbara ran to the mirror and cried out in dismay. "It's not real...It's not real..." she thought, but her flickering tail told her otherwise. Slowly she forced herself to look one was to think that the changes she had gone through in the morning were bad. The changes she had just undergone were worst. Her lips had darkened becoming tar black in color and when she opened her mouth they contained razor sharp fangs. She was now also butt ass naked but her new golden, black spotted pelt protected her modesty. Pointed ears, pelt, strange eyes, lethal claws on both her hands and feet, a spotted furred tail that hung between her spotted legs. Barbara was now literally a half human, half cheetah hybrid...

"Arghhh!" Barbara cried smashing the mirror. She felt sickened and disgusted to the core. She was a freak! A half cat freak! She looked like some sick fetish out of a porn magazine. What would people think? What would her parents think? They couldn't even stand looking at beggars on the street with missing limbs, could they stand their daughter's new feline appearance? Surely not, Barbara looked more like a product of bestiality rather than the daughter of the two most well respected archeologists in all of England. Also, in all honesty, Barbara couldn't stand herself. She rather be limbless, have cancer heck, have any fatal, terminal disease rather...Rather than look like this...

Losing her train of rational thought. Barbara punched a hole in the wall. "Narghh..." she snarled as her hand got trapped in the debris. With a roar, she pulled her hand out massaging it. "Dr. Minerva what are you...AHH!" Barbara whipped around; her tail knocking over her office chair only to face an ashen faced Dr. Whitman.

The two faced each other, both not daring to make a move in fear of provoking the other. Finally, unable to hold in his fear any longer Dr. Whitman screamed. "Dr. Whitman! It's me Barbara!" Barbara tried to tell the screaming man but all that escaped her throat was a couple of low snarls prompting Dr. Whitman to unleash another high falsetto esq scream.

"No! No! No! Not my voice too!" Barbara screamed mentally her hands at her throat. Shaking her head wildly, she pulled herself together and tried using a different approach. She tried to reach out to him gently but the sight of this inhuman oddity proved too much for his heart and his eyes rolled back into his head. "

Dr. Whitman? Oh my goodness his heart condition! Dr. Whitman! DR. WHITMAN!" Barbara tried to say but all that escaped her throat were once again snarls and growls. She looked at the chemicals on the table, they were ready, all she had to do was take them back to her apartment and...Fix this mess. But... "I can't leave him like that... He may die..." Cursing her antiquated sense of morality, Barbara lowered herself next to the very man who caused her string of bad decisions and placed her ear onto his chest. Her eyes went wide. No heartbeat...

"WHAT THE HELL!" Barbara thought gathering whatever she knew about emergency recovery. Taking a deep breath, she placed the palm of her hand flat on the Whitman's chest just over the lower part of the sternum and pressed with all her might in a pumping motion using her other hand. There was a sickening "CRUNCH".

Barbara felt her whole body go cold. "My God...No...I'm sorry... I'm SORRY" she screamed kicking herself away from Whitman's corpse. She should have known with all her new muscles... Her strength must have at least tripled. Yet she had...she had... "I didn't mean to..." she chocked looking at her clawed hands. She had done it... "I... I..." Right on cue the door of her office flew open.

Barbara heard herself yowl in terror as a tall, beautiful raven-haired woman in a star spangled costume flew towards her and pinned her painfully against the wall causing cracks. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO DR. WHITMAN?!" she demanded. Barbara chocked and gagged against this mad woman's grip. She tried explaining what happened, tried telling this lunatic to get Whitman to the hospital, tried to tell her this was all an horrific accident but to her dismay all that escaped her throat was a loud hiss and another yowl. "Bad answer..." the woman growled before delivering a hard punch straight in Barbara's face.