This story was inspired by and uses some of the actual capture scene ideas

presented by Jo (fli_binite@hotmail.com) in the story "Deadly Duo". I've

written an almost totally new story without copying directly from that other

story. I am very glad that I was inspired to write my own story after reading

Jo's.

April Fools Joke Gone Bad 2007

by Steve Zink

By the time mid-March was slipping by on the calendar, it had been five

months since Duela Dent had been insulted by the JLA. None of the members

of that heroic group would concur with her personal opinion and

interpretation of that event, but the still quite good looking and

shoulder length brown haired ex-Teen Titan was keeping her feelings to

herself. Of course, as good looking as Duela was, very few of the heroes

had ever seen her true face; other than Robin, almost everyone had only

seen her masked as Harlequin. Masked, as in a full face and head

modifying mask which like all of her others would feel like latex being

held in one's hands, but once over her or anyone else's head was modified

by her special mask magic to turn into actual flesh.

In the way that Duela was keeping all this bottled up, what should have

been nothing more than a temporary letdown instead kept growing as an

increasing feeling of low self-esteem. A byproduct of that attitude was

a feeling of animosity toward the JLA as a whole, but even more so toward

the females of the group. Duela had the mistaken idea that it was a cabal

of the group's heroines that had vetoed the idea of Harlequin being

included amongst all the other heroes and heroines, both young and old,

who were being asked to help in the world-shaking situation brought about

by another ex-Titan, Cyborg.

With two weeks left to go, Duela had all five costumes put together; after

their use in the games she played with Robin to show her abilities, each

had been kept in storage along with other costumes she'd used over the past

few years. It was a good thing money was of no concern to the young lady

who'd just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday all by herself, because

each of the costumes was going to have one major difference. When she had

worn them, the shoes or boots for each one had either flat heels or short

block heels; for their newest usage, Duela wanted just boots for the

costumes that would look much sexier and have high and shapely stiletto

heels. The more easily obtained off the shelf boots which would work were

already rather pricey. The ones which had to be specially made were out

of this world. The five pairs of boots with high heels were still all in

her own size, since each of the five masks put onto the JLA heroines would

modify their bodies to be identical to the ones she herself had originated

for the playing of felons' daughter roles.

The whole thing was getting quite involved in the assembling and planning,

but Duela felt it was all worth it for the April Fools joke that would give

the five heroines of the JLA a similar taste of her feeling of rejection.

At least they'd only be experiencing that feeling for the duration of the

joke; maybe after things were back to usual their opinion of Harlequin and

by default Duela would change so she could get out of her own funk.

Then again, having all the costumes and masks on hand was one thing; Duela

was a realist. Handling the actual scenarios for the five all by herself

didn't seem like a good idea. But who could she both persuade and trust

to help with this April Fools joke? Inspiration came that very evening

while she was eating dinner while watching the news on her TV. During the

later world and national news, a story came from Metropolis. Instead of

being the usual writer of the news, Lois Lane was the subject. In a more

relaxed studio, the award winning reporter was giving her viewpoint of the

news that broke earlier that day when Lois had been humiliated by her

boyfriend, Superman, while she was interviewing President Luthor. The Man

of Steel, accompanied by his JLA friends Batman and Green Lantern for

backup, burst unannounced past all the Secret Service guards into the Oval

Office to accuse Lex of shenanigans.

If that wasn't bad enough, the trio then turned on Lois and accused her of

giving more exposure to the President's 'warped' ideas. It had been a

mixed media interview, and the scene was shown live on some cable news

stations and taped for later showing by all the other news crews. Ms. Lane

wrapped up her bit by telling the viewers that as our President, Lex

Luthor's ideas were important to air, no matter how much she herself might

disagree with some of them. She seemed to be totally pissed off by Superman

and the others with their single minded attitudes, even if it was with them

that she usually hung around. The main reason she was so peeved was the

one she didn't dare mention during the news spot - it was her own husband

who had made her look like a fool.

That was a live interview according to the scroll at the bottom of the

screen, so Duela wondered when Lois would get to her home. Well, there was

no real hurry, so the plotter did her dishes after finishing and then

walked over to her desk to turn on the computer. While it was booting up,

she went into her utility room and opened up the chest next to her

washer. From it she pulled out a so far unused blank mask form, which was

taken back to the now up and running computer. Already thinking of how

that mask would appear if Ms. Lane was going to go along with her, Duela

set up a Google search using the reporter's name as soon as her ISP's home

page blinked on.

It was a good thing she was actually trying to kill some time, because in

addition to all the address and phone number information the mask maven

had hoped to find, there were plenty of links going to pages with history

and background information. She wrote down the connection numbers, then

Duela started visiting a lot of the sites that seemed to be just a lot of

fluff. What a thrill it was when she arrived at a biography site that was

mostly written by Ms. Lane herself. Damn, without bragging, the girlfriend

of Superman sure had a lot to tell. She had experienced an awful lot of

fascinating adventures in the years since she'd connected with the hero

from Krypton. With her own background in the wearing of lots of costumes,

it was a surprise for Duela to see that Lois had written about her own

costume tales. Another great find at that site was an email link to its

author. What the hell, it was worth a try. She clicked on it, then simply

asked Lois if she could call her on the phone.

Duela started visiting some of her usual favorite sites as soon as the

message was sent. She didn't have very long to wait for a reply, because

with her constant watch for news information and tips Lois had opened up

her emails as soon as she got home. Her reply to Duela said, 'Duela Dent,

who used to be Harlequin? Sure, give me a call. Or would you rather use

instant messaging?' Hmm, IM or voice? Duela sent, 'I'd rather call,

Lois, it's more enlightening to hear the tone and inflections in spoken

words. Don't reply, I'm dialing the phone right now.'

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lois, it's Duela. Can you talk freely, or is there anybody else

there with you?"

Lois grinned in expectation, then after thinking of a quick way to hide

the fact that her husband was the cause of her present bad attitude

answered, "Nobody here but me right now; my husband Clark is out of town

on an assignment, and unless he wants the ice cold ignoring treatment, a

certain hunk in skin tight blue and red better not show up here for a

while. And if you're worried, I'm on my cord phone so there's no chance

of anybody listening to our conversation."

"You don't think Superman might use his super hearing if he spots you on

the phone?"

"Good thinking, I wouldn't put it past him right now. Hold on a sec."

After a brief silence, Duela started to hear the opening chords of one of

her own favorite classical music pieces. "There, I just turned on the CD,

that should provide enough background sound to cover my words for a

while," Lois said when she came back on.

"Ah, so you enjoy Ravel's Bolero also. I'll have to check with you later

about which recording that is you have. Lois, I don't want to take a

chance with Supes discriminating your words from the music, so I'll try

to make the phone call short. If your answer to my question turns out to

be no, will you promise me that you won't pass on what you're about to

hear?"

"You've got my word," Lois answered, now thinking something really hot

must be on the mind of Ms. Dent.

"I've got a nasty April Fools joke cooked up for the five babes of the

JLA. But I need some help to pull it off. I was wondering if you're

pissed off enough at the JLA after earlier today to work with me?"

"Heh! Superman's got me so mad at the way he and the other JLA members

messed up my interview with the President and then on national TV called

me a simpleton and Luthor sympathizer, I have nothing but hate for the

JLA right now. I'd love to, Duela. Especially if that pompous Amazon

slut is one of the five."

"Indeed she is. I presume you know who the other four are, Hawkgirl,

Zatanna, Huntress and Black Canary."

"Yep. Good thing Supergirl, Power Girl, Barda and Mary Marvel aren't

around right now."

"I want to tell you more tomorrow, in person. It's a Friday, but I

presume you're going to be at the Planet, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"But you don't think it's a good idea for me to be seen there. I have no

intention. Lois, has Lana Lang visited there at the Planet very much

lately?"

"No, Lana's been pretty busy at her fashion clothing design office on the

other side of town, mostly. She's always tied up with her displays and

fashion shows. She only comes to visit at odd times."

"Good! Let's hope the real Lana stays in her own office tomorrow while

another Lana comes to make a surprise spur of the moment visit to the

Planet. Plan on seeing Lana around 11, Lois. Hey, how does that

redhead beauty queen usually dress for a quick visit?"

"Lana's always trying to show off that great body she's got, so she

usually appears in something hot and sexy. Sometimes I just want to

throttle that minx when she tries to catch Superman's eye like that. But

he grew up with Lana, and it's me he's ma- ...hot for now. Or at least

was, until earlier today."

"You've just given me good ideas, Lois, thanks. Watch for a super sexy

looking Lana Lang tomorrow morning. I'll tell you a lot more then. Time

for me to hang up and go get some new outfits for my costume and clothes

collection, in Lana's sizes."

"Okay, bye, Duela. Oh, it's supposed to be warm tomorrow, not much

chance of rain."

"Thanks again, and goodbye."

Duela hung up, then went to the Ramada Inn website on her computer. She

booked a room there, specifying an early arrival, since she knew it was

only a short three block walk from there to the Planet. That done, she

set her program on the computer to make a false driver's license so Lana

would be carrying some ID. It would be printed and waiting for her when

she got back. It was also a warm and clear evening in Gotham City, so

all she did was grab her purse. She knew just the place to get Lana's

sexy outfit for tomorrow. From her massive card file she pulled the one

for Ms. Lang, to make sure she got everything right. She grinned while

looking at the three photos on the card, then spoke the short spell she

knew by heart after all the years of using it. The blank mask form

sitting on the desk top next to her computer shimmered, then became a

latex version of Lana Lang's face.

Sure enough, the fetish clothing store she was thinking of had just the

pink outfit which would show off Lana's body to the max. Duela couldn't

resist browsing some more after finding the sleeveless leotard and ultra

short shorts, and on a whim also picked up some pink shoulder length

gloves. Then when she got to the register, along with a big selection of

wigs from which a red one close to Lana's style was selected, there was a

wall display of domino masks intended for dominatixes. Almost

unbelievably, there was a very deeply contoured mask which would cover

almost all of one's upper face in that same shade of pink. It was added

to the items being rung up.

Not far away was the specialty shoe store which had made two of the high

heeled versions of the costume boots for her. Duela stopped in to pick up

some pink boots to wear with her slut outfit; she found a great pair that

were knee high and stretch pull on with really sexy five-inch fuck me

heels which would be perfect. However, she also came across another pair

of pull on pink boots with no zippers that came almost all the way up to

the crotch. The heels on this pair were a good bit higher than the knee

high ones, and after asking was told they were six and half inches.

Well, she certainly couldn't go walking around and show up at the Planet

in thigh high boots with heels like that, but for showing off the outfit

privately, they'd be perfect. She bought both pairs, along with a

similarly hued small clutch purse.

The next morning, Duela retrieved the printed driver's license from her

printer and added it to her wallet. Then she added Lana's face to the bag

still holding the wig she'd bought the night before, along with the bags

holding the pink outfit and two pairs of boots, all left out in her car,

then drove across town to Kenner Field. While Gotham International Airport

was busy with all the airlines, Kenner was where nearly all the bizjets

stayed. She got a cart and loaded up the three bags, her small overnight

bag and her purse, then she went over to the bomb sniffer at the gate.

From there the young lady went directly to her Gulfstream IV to load the

bags next to the boxes already onboard that were holding the daughters

costumes and boots, then she went inside to file her flight plan for the

short hop to Metropolis. Next she called Butler at Metropolis to reserve

a parking spot and arrange for some fuel. There was already more than

enough in the tanks to get to Metropolis with plenty in reserve, so even

considering the fact that she'd be the only one on board and the huge

amount of excess thrust provided by the big fan engines, getting more

there was better than taking off overly heavy from Gotham City.

Luck was with Duela as she got into the Metropolis International approach

pattern. The early morning rush for the airlines was over, and with the

winds from the south just as they had been back in Gotham, her Gulfstream

kept the same basic heading all the way with a straight in, no delay

approach. It was good that she'd arranged for a ramp spot in advance,

because the bizjet traffic at Butler was heavy. After she got waved into

her valuable ramp space, Duela waited for the fuel truck. It didn't take

long, again since she'd arranged for fuel in advance, and now she decided

to top off the tanks. By the time the G4's tanks could hold no more, it

was 9:15; Ms. Dent had an hour and forty-five minutes to get a car, then

drive to her hotel room in which she could change, and finally to appear

at the Daily Planet.

When Duela walked up to the Avis counter carrying her purse, her overnight

bag and three large white shopping bags, she looked like a fashionista

who'd flown to Metropolis for a shopping trip. But it was the wrong time

of day, and she was going into the city. The agent, an older guy who did

get a good look at the cute young lady but couldn't care less about what

she was carrying, arranged a Cadillac for her so the trip would be in a

car that was big and had some class. It would have been easier to put all

the bags on the car's back seat, but why give any street ruffians the

temptation? All but her purse went into the trunk.

The traffic going downtown was only moderate, another benefit of being

there after the early morning commuters were off the road. She would have

let the lot valet at Ramada park the car, but with a good chance that Lana

would be next driving it Duela didn't want any questions, so she drove

into the hotel's garage. Her luck was continuing, there was an open

parking spot close to the elevator.

While she was getting checked in, an inside valet came up behind Duela

with a cart. All it took was a nod, and he placed all the bags on his

cart. She could have handled the bags herself easily since they were

light, but why turn down help when it's offered? When the room assignment

was completed, the smiling but businesslike older woman with grey

streaked auburn hair handed Duela her credit card and the door card,

saying, "Ms. Dent, enjoy your stay," then raised her voice a bit so both

Duela and the valet could hear, "room 427."

Duela turned to the gent behind her and said, "Lead the way."

"It'll be to the left from this central elevator," he told her, "just a

few rooms down."

"Good, a nice short walk."

"There are also elevators at the ends of each corridor," he said while

nodding, "but they're a much longer walk. As you can imagine, there's

also a stairwell next to each elevator for fire escape or exercise

purposes."

When they got to her room, an even shorter walk than Duela had imagined,

her escort followed her in and set all the bags on the queen size bed;

that bed size was one of the things she liked about Ramada. He then

pointed out all the amenities available and gave a quick rundown on what

was viewable on the TV. While he was occupied with the remote, she dug

into her purse to open her wallet and pull out a five dollar bill. This

guy was good, and deserved every penny of it. "Thanks for all the help,"

she said while handing him the folded bill after he finished.

"I aim to please, Ma'am," he said while nodding, then added, "thank you!

I hope you enjoy your stay."

She grinned. "I'm sure I will."

As soon as he was out, Duela double checked the locks on the door, then

went over to the windows to close the curtains. Just for the hell of it,

she turned the TV back on and put on CNN Headline News. The digital

clock on the desk below the TV showed 10:21, so it looked like about time

for Lana Lang to make her appearance. She quickly got out of the navy

blue pants suit and pale blue blouse she'd been wearing, along with the

dressy but plain brown shoes that had rounded toes and flat heels which

sufficed for flying her jet. Finally she removed the nude pantyhose, her

minimal pink panties and the matching but more substantial bra. Whenever

she was dressed more or less normally, Duela preferred getting the

support provided by the bra.

Now Duela was in a condition very few people had ever seen. She was nude,

in her own body and wavy, shoulder length light brown hair. It was easy

to see how she filled out her Harlequin costume along with many others

she'd worn without altering her form in any way. She considered herself

to be very lucky to have a still youthful and shapely pair of 36DD

breasts. While her waist wasn't as wasp-like as some models, it did look

very good between her great chest and nice looking hips that crowned what

she was most proud of, her legs.

However, as great as her own body looked, Duela was looking forward to

occupying the even more eye-catching and better shaped body Lois was

expecting to see. She reached into the smallest of the three white bags

and pulled out the latex mask holding Lana Lang's face. The eager masker

put her hair up under a wig cap she'd also placed in that bag, then

stretched open its neck and pulled the mask over her head. It became a

second skin made of latex once it was in place. A quick adjustment got

her lips and nose situated correctly in the latex moldings, which in the

process also lined up her eyes with those of the imitation Lana. With

everything set, she pulled down the neck to make the mask hug her head

and neck tightly. Then she got out the nearly straight red wig which

had bangs and would go down past her shoulder blades. She put it on over

the bald latex dome of her head, with no need for a brush just yet.

For anyone else who had one of Duela's masks covering their head with a

wig in place, it would have taken a look into a mirror or other reflective

surface for the mask's magic to turn it and the wig into its wearer's new

face, head and hair, and in most cases alter the wearer's body to whatever

Duela had assigned to the mask. For Duela alone, the magic could work at

her bidding. Since it sometimes gave her a thrill to do so, she walked

over to close the bathroom door and look into the vertical mirror on its

outer side to actually watch her body morph into Lana's and the latex mask

and the wig turn into Lana's face and her hair. It never failed to

impress her that even though she knew exactly how she'd look, there were

changes such as this one going from a brown haired good looking young

woman to a red haired slightly older woman nearly as good looking as a

goddess with a more mature beauty.

The room may have been in Duela Dent's name, but its occupant was no

longer Duela, she was Lana Lang.

Now, to take the incredible body she occupied and dress it up to show off

and advertise its sexuality. To give her legs an awesome tanned look Lana

put on the super sheer suntan pantyhose which gave in only where it

wouldn't matter. There was a cotton panel in the crotch to obviate the

need for panties, and the toes were reinforced; she wasn't going to be

wearing any sandals or any open-toed shoes, so these were perfect. Next

on was the sleeveless shocking pink spandex leotard which in effect became

a second skin for her upper body. It left absolutely nothing to the

imagination, including the shape and form of the nipples on top of her

now slightly smaller but perfectly shaped and hefty breasts. While not

quite as large as her own, Ms. Lang's were even more impressive with their

exquisite shape.

The ultra short shorts she put on next, which in her younger years were

called hot pants, were the same shade of pink but made from faux leather.

They zipped tight on the left side with their top well below her waist,

only a couple of inches above the mound of her sex but shaped to show off

her camel toe. Finally came the last part of the outfit which had brought

on the dual buy the night before. She opened the bag holding the boot

boxes and pulled out the slightly smaller one. The knee high boots were

close to the same shade of shocking pink, but very shiny and made from a

thin stretchable material. After they were pulled on the material hugged

closely to her calves, actually molding them to an even sexier shape. The

stiletto heels which really made these into "fuck me" boots added five

more inches to her already majestic stature.

While hardly necessary, Lana added some light makeup to her eyes and

cheeks to make them even more impressive, then enhanced her lips with some

coral pink lipstick. While in no way as whorish as the clothes she was

wearing, her face was now very appealing. Finally, she took the brush

from Duela's purse and stroked her long red mane. Then, instead of

putting the brush and makeup back into the purse from which they'd come,

Lana pulled her new pink clutch purse from the boot bag and put what she

could into it, leaving room for Duela's wallet. She pulled the driver's

license out of its usual prominent spot in the wallet and buried it among

the credit cards also still in her original name. The driver's license

with a name matched by nothing else in the wallet then took its place.

The lack of properly named credit cards was of no consequence, since Lana

wasn't planning on buying anything she couldn't get with the cash she had

in the wallet.

As she was going down in the elevator, Lana knew she'd attract attention

while exiting but hoped nobody would wonder about when she had come in.

It didn't bother her because there had to be lots of employees who

arrived in one shift and went out or left in another. Well, looking the

way she did, it could easily just be the case of a hooker leaving after

her labor of love was completed. As it was, the redhead bombshell

everyone ogled was wearing a satisfied grin all the way from the elevator

to the front door. There was no point in ruining such a good face, so

Lana kept that grin as her heels clicked on the concrete and tar during

her short walk to the Planet.

Almost everyone at the Daily Planet knew Lana Lang from her past visits

and the time she used to spend with Clark Kent, but even so many eyes went

wide, jaws dropped and/or lips whistled as Duela pretending to be Lana

entered the building. "Do me a favor and don't call Clark or Lois to tell

them I'm here, huh? I want this to be a surprise," she said to all in the

entry area.

"I'm sure this WILL be a surprise, Lana," the Planet's blonde society

reporter Cat Grant said from the elevator buttons. Typically for the

showoff, she was dressed sexily but nowhere near so as Lana. Cat had on

a sleeveless light blue dress that hugged her curves like it was molded

to her. "You've always looked sexy before, but damn, girl! You look

ready to work the streets."

"Exactly, Cat!" Lana replied as she got closer. "Can I join you going up?"

Just then the elevator door opened, with just one older lady walking out

slowly. She blinked in astonishment when she saw the vision in pink, and

softly said, "Lana?"

The redhead just grinned and waved while Cat put her hand on the door and

said, "C'mon, slowpoke, it wants to go."

Lana scooted in, and as soon as the doors closed behind her Cat punched

the 5 button while saying, "What'd you do, Lana, take lessons for

additional income?"

The glamorous visitor grinned and told her, "Nope, Cat, I just figured I

might have started to look a bit boring, so I decided to spice things up.

I figured I'd surprise Lois and take her out to lunch."

"Phew, you'll surprise her all right. At least you won't have to fight

her husband Clark to get her out of here, he's off on some weekend jaunt

for Perry. Stick with me as we get off the elevator and I'll cover for

you."

"Right, and thanks." Just then the elevator came to a halt since nobody

else had got on to make it an express, and the doors slid open. "Well,

here goes."

Cat just shook her head at hearing that, then to everyone they saw while

walking toward Lois's desk she pointed toward Lana with one hand while her

other put a finger to her lips. Everybody grinned and nodded until the

two girls passed Jimmy Olsen, who said softly, "Sshhh? Ssshhhit, Lana!"

When they got close Cat looked around, then told Lana, "As I said earlier,

no sign of Clark Kent, Lana. Good thing it was Lois you came to see."

"Thanks for the escort, Cat," Lana replied. She saw Lois at her desk in

a short sleeved white blouse and a not quite mini short black skirt. The

reporter was typing with her face glued to the monitor. "I'll go by

myself from here."

Ms. Grant shook her head. "Uh-uh, I'm sticking to you like glue, girl.

You stay behind Lois, and I'll go stand in back of her computer and point

at you."

"Ah, perfect, Cat. Thanks again."

Cat just did her 'sshhh' motion and started walking toward the back side

of Lois's monitor. Lana was thankful for the carpeted floor so her heels

wouldn't click while she herself moved into position. As soon as Lana was

standing behind Lois in a provocative pose with nearly all eyes in the

vicinity locked on her, Cat grinned and said, "Uh, Lois?"

Lois just scowled at hearing Cat's voice, thinking, 'What do you want

now?' But when she looked up, the blonde had a canary eating grin on her

face and a finger pointing behind Lois. She'd lost track of time while

working on her story to satisfy Perry, so like nearly everyone else her

jaw dropped upon seeing the otherwise familiar redhead who looked like a

whore with a fixation on prostitute pink. "Lana!"

"Hi, Lois," she said innocently, then for Cat's benefit Lana added, "I

know I'm a few minutes early, and since Clark's not here I get you. For

some private girl-to-girl."

Cat made a bad face, then grinned as she turned to walk over to her own

work station.

Lois merely looked at Lana for a moment, then said, "You told me you were

going to dress sexy, but...WOW!"

"I did this partially for Perry's benefit, Lois. What do you think he

might say about granting you two weeks off, starting early with lunch

today?"

"Way ahead of you," the renowned reporter replied. "I asked for time off

this morning during the brief. That's why I was hard at the computer

when