A week and a half later, Diana adjusted her rearview mirror and took a brief glance at her appearance. Her long black hair was pulled back in a stylish ponytail and her eyebrows were hidden behind a curtain of straight bangs, which was a far cry from how she normally wore her hair as Diana, Princess of Themyscira as well as the heroine known as Wonder Woman. Gone was Diana’s red, gold and blue costume and in its place she wore a white two-piece pantsuit with modest high-heeled shoes. To complete the look she wore designer glasses with sleek black frames, which even Diana had to admit did an excellent job of hiding her true identity and allowed to fit in better in Man’s World.
These changes to her appearance were all just superficial. The real trick with her new look was an enchanted bra that Zatanna had enchanted to shrink down her impressively voluptuously physique. As Wonder Woman she was well aware that part of her appeal to some testosterone-fueled elements of society was her ample bosom and the fact that she showed off a large amount of skin. As Diana Prince, the thin, bookish oil company representative that was constantly covered up with designer suit after designer suit, she hadn’t received a second look from the male chauvinist pigs that inhabited this Hera-forsaken region of the United States.
Of course being in a disguise didn’t sit well with Diana, but she would just have to live with it. It did sicken her that she was playing the part of an oil company representative. Diana hated even the notion of sapping precious resources from the Earth, yet she found people didn’t question her if she said she was from a big prestigious oil company in the laid-back American South.
Despite this, Diana was happy to get as much distance between herself and the town of Washburn, Alabama as her rental car would allow. When Dr. Sandsmark had explained to her about how Southern culture was different from that of the North she had trouble believing her. Her transition to Northern society was hard as just there mere presence of men was so different from the female-dominated Island of Themyscira. Men having overinflated egos Diana had gotten used to from her time in Gateway City, as well as trips to places like Metropolis and Gotham City but at least the men that lived there were intelligent. The South was the complete opposite. Both men and women were so mind-numbingly simple! At least in the North the women would stand up to the men, but in the South the women just rolled over and acted like the good little housewives they were. It truly made Diana sick.
A ringing from inside the car interrupted her thoughts. Diana had been instructed by Oracle on how to operate the hands-free-calling feature of her car and she pressed a button on the steering wheel.
“Diana, how is everything going? I see you have left Washburn.” Came the cheerful voice of Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, who still kept up her alter ego of Oracle going since it was so invaluable on the computer and technology side of fighting crime.
“Great Hera, Barbara! Do not get me started on that backwards little town,” Diana snapped, as she gripped the wheel tightly, “I am telling you that I will need at least a week on Themyscira to clear my head of this exasperating mission.”
“OK, Diana, settle down. Tell me you haven’t been swearing to your goddess like that. Diana Prince doesn’t worship Hera or any god. You have to remember this,” Barbara explained, tension creeping into her once cheerful voice.
“Forgive me, Barbara and thank you for helping me on this mission. I have not broken character once when in front of these people, so you have nothing to fear. But as Cassie would say, these towns have gotten on my last frackin’ nerve!” Diana sighed.
“Well, that’s a relief. Remind me to tell you at some point how Nightwing and I were undercover once. Dick nearly got the both of us killed when he broke character ever so slightly about ten minutes into the damn thing. I swear I thought Bruce was going to end Dick’s career that night for the screw-up.” Barbara said, and Diana could picture the smile on her face as she told the story. Barbara always had a way of calming people down when they needed it the most.
Diana continued to drive through the winding countryside when she heard a feminine voice in the background that she recognized immediately.
“She needs a vacation from her vacation? She really is becoming quite American, isn’t she?” Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary, murmured to Barbara.
“I heard that, Dinah,” Diana growled, “And this is no vacation! This is a very important mission to find my missing sister!”
“God lord, would you chill? I was just kidding. Don’t get your star-spangled panties in a bunch about it.” Dinah called, before muttering under her breath, “God, she really does need a vacation!”
“As I believe I just said a minute ago. And Barbara, I thought that this was just between us. How many people know about this?” Diana asked, trying to reel in her temper.
“Black Canary is training at the Clock Tower, Diana, and thanks to the state of the art high definition speakers, whose volume needs to be adjusted apparently, she just happened to overhear what was going on. But now that this has happened, it might be good to have some backup in case this turns out to be more sinister than what we thought. What do you think, Diana?” Barbara asked.
“Yeah. You never know if you’ll need help dealing with mutated cows or inbred hicks,” Dinah joked.
“Alright, Canary. You’ve been warned. Now you need to go back to the gym to train. But I am serious about backup on this one if things go…” Barbara said, before coughing and adding, “…south.”
“Alright, and with that I’m out. Good luck, Diana. Call me if you need me,” Dinah laughed, before leaving.
“Fine, but I don’t know how much longer I can do this. The men down here are bad enough but the women are absolutely hopeless. All they do is wait on the men hand and foot, giggle at their stupid jokes and don’t stick up for themselves when the men come home drunk some nights and want to get rough. I don’t think any of them have even explored the notion of furthering what little education they already have. It’s like the women’s movement has been pushed back down here fifty years!” Diana snapped.
“Diana, as Wonder Woman you are an icon of what a woman should be. Strong, brave, bold, independent. I can see how this could send you into fits of frustration, but I’m sure this won’t last much longer. Now, this next town…Cutter Creek…is right on the border of the perimeter I constructed based on all the information I was given. I am sure you will find Donna there.” Barbara urged.
“Fine. Just don’t tell anyone else about this. This is an Amazon matter.” Diana said flatly, “So do you have information regarding this next town? What is it called…Cutter Creek?”
“This one is actually pretty interesting,” Barbara said, causing Diana to roll her eyes. None of these towns were in the least interesting and she was sure Cutter Creek was going to be just as boring.
Barbara went on, “Cutter Creek was an old mill town founded in 1880 and was kind of a boom town for the region during the Great Depression. After that the population fell to around four-hundred when the mill went under and the region became mostly farm country. The population managed to rebuild itself to around seven hundred after World War II and maintained that population base for the most part until about five years ago when suddenly the population jumped to around one thousand. Most of that was due to an increase in the number of new-borns, but there has even been an increasing number of newcomers moving to Cutter Creek as well.”
Diana frowned, thinking that this did seem strange but nothing in the least threatening. She saw off in the distance a large hill that she assumed would bring her to the valley that rested the town of Cutter Creek, as Barbara continued, “So far I haven’t found what has been the cause for the spike in people moving to the area since there haven’t been any major factories or businesses that have opened beyond things like beauty salons, baby stores, health spas and a new lodge around the lake on the far-side of town.”
“So is it some sort of backwoods resort community?” Diana asked, her car speeding up the large hill.
“I guess you will have to discover that for yourself. There isn’t that much information about the town that has been reported the last couple of years. Not since the spike in population. But you know these Southerners, Diana. They love their privacy.” Barbara said with a laugh.
As Diana’s car climbed the hill, she started to see some of Cutter Creek’s geography and landmarks over the expanse of the lush green valley that housed the town. The thing that caught her eyes first was a large lake to the west of the town with a couple of cabins bordering its shores. On one of its shores was a building that looked like a log cabin only much bigger. From the distance Diana saw that there were long docks in front of the cabin where boats could pull up. She wondered for a brief moment if this was a bar or restaurant?
Between the lake and the road she was driving down was a dense forest area that Diana assumed the locals used for hunting, based off her experiences in other Southern towns.
Between the lake and the hill Diana was driving up was a dense forest area that based on her experiences in other small towns, she assumed was used primarily for hunting. This love of the hunt was one thing the men of the South and the Amazons of Themyscira she grew up around shared. Based on her dealings in other small towns Diana knew those woods had to be filled with deer, bear and other animals. But while the Amazons held these animals in the highest regards and only ate them for the food provided, these men would actually mount their heads on their walls as trophies. A concept Diana thought she could never get her head around.
Diana took a look to the other side of the car, which was dominated by farmlands scattered across the landscape. There were small pockets of woods between the farms here and there, but for the most part it was all rural lands perfect for living off the land. Beyond that there was another small hill and on top of that was a water tower with Cutter Creek written on it.
As she reached the top of the hill and could see for miles ahead she saw a strange sight based on Barbara’s description of Cutter Creek. She had said that the mill had gone under and there were no new major factories in the area. Yet off in the distance she saw the outline of two large factories complete with smoke stacks. It was just then that she passed a sign that read ‘Welcome to Cutter Creek’ in stylized font.
“Barbara, you’re never going to guess what I’m looking…” Diana said, but trailed off. She had been so engrossed in her conversation with Barbara and surveying the land she never saw a blue pick-up truck that was quickly driving up behind her car. For a split second she thought the driver was going to slam right into her back bumper but he slowed down at the last second.
“Diana? Are you still there?” Barbara asked, but the Amazon was far too distracted by the irresponsible driver out for a joy ride in her rearview mirror.
“One second, Barbara.” Diana stated, a half-second before the driver began to blare his horn.
‘What in Hera’s name does he want me to do?’ Diana thought, ‘pull over to the side of the road?’
Without warning the driver of the pick-up truck sped forward and Diana thought he was going to slam right into her. Instead he barely missed her car as he pulled up next to her. Diana looked over and saw a well-built shirtless man in what had to be his late-teens or early-twenties driving the truck. He wore a black cowboy hat and had a very arrogant look on his face. Yet, that wasn’t what caught Diana’s attention at first. It was the girl next to him, riding shotgun, that really attracted Diana’s attention. She was a young thing, probably eighteen at the oldest but her body looked far more mature for her age. The girl wore a denim-fabric, zip-up halter-top that clung to her large, gravity-defying breasts like a second skin. Her strawberry-blonde hair had been tied off into twin goofy pigtails and she was laughing inanely at whatever the young man was telling her. Diana tried to force herself to look straight ahead and ignore the two but her attention was pulled back quickly when the young man honked the horn.
Diana turned to look. Only this time the girl was facing Diana and mockingly blew a kiss to the raven-haired heroine before throwing her head back and burst out in laughter. Diana was shaken when she caught the girl’s heavily made-up eyes. It was striking how glassy and vapid the girl’s eyes looked despite the look of obvious delight in her light-blue orbs. She saw the girl bite her glossy pink bottom lip as she fiddled with the front zipper that contained her enormous breasts. Diana’s breath caught in her throat and she tried to look away but it was too late. The girl quickly pulled the zipper down and her breasts sprang free from their denim prison. But they weren’t just any pair of breasts. They were ripe, impossibly large breasts. Perfectly, flawless spheres without a blemish or stretch mark. Diana gasped in shock when the girl smashed her breasts against the window of the truck. She could see the girl's round areolas and painfully erect, eraser-length nipples become flattened by the clear glass of the window. She could almost hear the laughter coming from the driver, as he reached over and squeezed a soft enormous breast with his hand as the girl threw her head back in obvious pleasure. He then pressed hard on the gas and rocketed past Diana’s car, giving his horn three honks before growing the truck appeared smaller and smaller as the vehicle rocketed down the highway, leaving an astonished and shaken Diana to pull over to the side of the road to regain her composure.
“Diana? Diana? Are you still there?” Barbara’s voice called, “What was all that honking?”
“Um…Barbara…” Diana stammered, still unable to fathom what she had just witnessed, “…You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
*************** This chapter is to express what Diana is feeling and does reflect the feelings of the author on the certain region of the United States that was discussed ***************
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