- 4 -

The dream seemed so real yet was clearly no more than my subconscious coming to terms with the changes in my life. When I awoke it drifted away as dreams will leaving behind only vague and fragmentary impressions.

I woke shortly after 2 p.m. to sunlight streaming in through the trailer's windows. I ran my hands over my more than ample curves and breathed a sigh of relief on finding I was still me, still Maggie Jones. I heaved myself out of bed, shivering as I quickly fumbled for and threw on my heavy dressing gown. It was still November, and though my trailer was connected to the park's power and water supply it did not have central heating. I went over to the wood burning stove, loaded it up from the small stack of wood piled next to it, and got a fire going. The stove was actually surprisingly efficient and within half an hour the it was warm enough in the trailer for me to discard my dressing gown and think about showering.

The shower cubicle was necessarily small given space limitations and would have been seemed cramped when I had Diana's much thinner body. Now that I was so well-padded my butt and my breasts actually touched the sides of the perspex cubicle as I showered. Then there was the water pressure, which was about the same as it would have been had someone stood over me with a watering can. Still, somehow I managed and I felt much better for it afterwards.

I breakfasted on a bowl of cereal, followed by a cup of coffee and my first cigarette of the day. Sighing contentedly, I contemplated my new, less stressful life, still scarcely able to believe my good fortune. I was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, with an ordinary if lowly job, a woman so entirely unremarkable that no one would give her a second glance.

And I couldn't be happier.

Afterwards I did a thorough inventory of my new home. The trailer was cramped, no two ways about it, but it was serviceable. I spent the rest of the day tidying up and organising things to suit my preferences. Almost before I knew it it was nine o'clock and time to head back into work. I was ready and waiting when Burt announced his arrival outside by sounding the horn of his pick-up truck. This was it, my first full shift at the diner. I'd been looking forward to it all day.

I locked the trailer behind me and climbed into Burt's truck, whistling happily all the while. He shook his head and looked amused.

"What?" I said.

"It's just that you used to bitch and moan about what a soul-crushingly repetitive job being a waitress was and how you hated the diner. Since meeting Wonder Woman your whole attitude has changed. It's like you can't wait to get in to work."

"I can't," I said, "because, as the old saying goes, this truly is the first day of the rest of my life."

- Epilogue -

"Mr Becker?" said the car hire company's agent as I walked over to him across the arrivals lounge. He was holding up a card bearing my name.

"That's me," I said, accepting a set of keys from him.

Having a rental car waiting for me when my flight landed at LAX, meant I was able to drive directly to the mansion Diana would be staying in. It wasn't a long drive and soon I was approaching the gates, which opened before me. As I rounded a corner on the drive up to the mansion so the lower terrace came into view. This was a paved area where Diana's invisible jet would sit when not in use, soaking up the solar rays that fuelled it. Parking the car in front of the garages, I climbed the stairs to the upper terrace, to the level where the house and its swimming pool lay. No sooner had I done so than a maid appeared. This was Conchita and my arrival had been expected.

"Welcome, Mr Becker," she said in her heavily accented English. "The staff have been preparing everything for the princess since Mr and Mrs van Persie departed for Europe yesterday."

"Very good, Conchita. Thank you. I'm expecting Princess Diana to get here any moment, so I think having a bottle of champagne waiting for her would be a nice touch."

"I'll bring some out at once, sir."

Preston and Livinia van Persie had more money than God. I first met them before I had my powers, while temporarily in a female body - it's a long story. The second time we met was a couple of weeks ago in Washington DC. That's when I used my persuasion power to convince them to vacation for a year at their many homes in Europe when Wonder Woman retired, loaning their LA mansion to her and financially supporting her during that period.

I took a seat at one of the tables on the poolside patio, Conchita returning a couple of minutes later with a bottle of Bollinger in an ice bucket and a couple of champagne flutes. I had timed things perfectly. The invisible jet - which was actually transparent and glinted in the powerful Californian sunlight - appeared in the sky above the mansion fifteen minutes later, making a silent vertical landing on the lower terrace. It had been disconcerting seeing Diana apparently sitting in mid-air, but delightful to see her appear on the patio after climbing the stairs. She was Wonder Woman, she was beautiful, and she looked magnificent striding over to me. I stood up to greet her, we hugged, and then she took a seat at the table.

"We did it, Frank!" she said, grinning broadly as I popped the cork and poured us both a glass of champagne.

"We certainly did," I said, raising my glass. "A toast to you, to Princess Diana - Wonder Woman now and forever."

We clinked glasses and threw back the drink, then I poured us each another.

"You made good time getting here," I said. "If not for the stuff you had to do first in DC you'd have got in hours before me."

Diana nodded, but was distracted by where we were. She was gazing about her, wide-eyed.

"This place is amazing," she said, "much, much better than the trailer park."

"Yep," I agreed. "I'll give you a tour later, Mom. As well as the clothes you brought with you, the closet in the main bedroom will be filled with the outfits you picked out over the past few weeks, all in Diana's size and delivered today, ready for you to hit the night clubs like you want to."

"God, I can hardly wait!" she said, grinning. "All this is a dream come true."

Mom had always loved men, and when she was young and thin they had loved her. Now they would again.

"I have business in DC, but I'll stay here with you until after what we both know is likely to happen next."

"A visit by someone from the Justice League," replied Diana. She sounded nervous.

"Don't worry," I said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "we've got this covered."

And we did.

As long as nothing went wrong, that is.

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The End
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Timeline:

1. NEW TEEN TITANS #11-12 (Sept/Oct 1981) Donna Troy and Amazons vs the Titans of myth
2. WONDER WOMAN #283-285 (Sep-Nov 1981) WW vs Chinese villain Red Dragon
3. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN?
3. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN: 2. THE FIRST DAY
4. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN: 3. THE DREAM