The Triad

Superman by Waldo

Warning - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further.

The characters discussed in this story are based upon characters that are the property of major corporations. Use of the characters in this unauthorized story are not intended to provide any financial rewards for myself or to claim any ownership of the characters.

THE TRIAD Chapter 1 - The Exchange Chapter 2 - The explanation Chapter 3 - Lois's story Chapter 4 - Luthor's story Chapter 5 - Learning to Live as Lois Chapter 6 - Nancy moves in Chapter 7 - No longer in control of myself Chapter 8 - The new Lois goes to work Chapter 9 - Three weeks later Chapter 10 - Mark Chapter 11 - The Two of them and me Chapter 12 - The decision

The Triad

Chapter 1 - The Exchange

The jeep scrunched to a stop in the sand, just in front of the mine shaft. The shaft was built deep into the side of a mountain and was covered by a old locked, rusty gate that made the mine shaft look abandoned. The jeep driver got out of the jeep and stretched his arms as he shook off the hours that he had spent behind the wheel, driving from Metropolis to this mountain location. His tight T-shirt revealed his thickly muscled, athletic body that could only be a result of many hours of daily workouts. He was wet, with sweat from the heat of the sun that had been baking him as he drove for the last couple of hours. He hurriedly unlocked the gate, which did not make a squeak despite it's rusty look, and walked into the dark entrance. A moment later, he reappeared, pushing a hand cart. He quickly unloaded several large boxes marked fragile, from the jeep and wheeled them into the mine shaft.

The mine shaft was a real abandoned former gold mine and it's walls were supported by old four by four posts; that looked as if they would collapse at any moment. The path was dimly lit by overhead lighting that helped the man find his way down the rocky shaft. After about three minutes of pushing the hand cart, he came to a locked solid metal door. Beside the door was an intercom button. He pressed the button and waited.

After about a minute, the door buzzed. He pulled the door open and pushed the hand cart into a small room. He pushed the cart against another door on the other side of the room and entered a very large room. He was always amazed when he entered this room. If he didn't know better, he would think that he was in the middle of a downtown building.

This very large room had normal walls, floors, ceilings, lights, and even air conditioning to correct the below ground temperature and humidity. The room was full of cabinets stacked with different electronics and computer equipment. In the middle of the room, a bald-headed man wearing a lab coat, was working on a large computer that was tore apart. As the delivery man approached the bald man, the bald man didn't look up as he said "I have been waiting on you, Lennie. Everything else has been delivered. Our special guest has arrived and I am just about ready to put my latest and greatest plan into action. My plan requires the 90 nanosecond chips that I sent you after."

Lennie quietly said "I couldn't find them in the quantity that you wanted. I got 100 nanosecond chips instead."

The bald man pushed the computer that he was working on, onto the floor as he jumped to his feet. Although Lennie was capable of besting this bald man in a physical fight, he was scared of him. Over the two years that he worked on his special projects, Lennie had seen enough to know that this was the most dangerous man in the world. Lex Luthor worried even Superman.

"Damn it. I have to do this tonight and those chips are probably too slow. They may not be able to keep up with the processing that my special computer has to do. This is a one shot deal and I have to do it anyway. I have the worst damn luck. First my computer burns itself up during tests and then my muscle man picks up the wrong fucking chips. If they don't work, you had better hope that I am not alive tomorrow morning." said Luthor as he slammed his fist against a tabletop.

"Can't you postpone what ever it is that you are going to do?" asked Lennie as he kept out of Luthor's reach.

"No, moron. My plan was based upon very strict timing and if I don't proceed, then I will wind up in jail tomorrow." screamed Luthor as he ripped open one of the boxes and stared at the chip.

Then he looked up at Lennie as a frown appeared on his forehead "Did you get these chips from your brother-in-law again?"

"No, Luthor. I swear. After he sold me those bad boards that last time, I promised you that I would never buy anything from him again." said Lennie as he cowed from Luthor's glare.

"Help me put these chips on the boards. I have to proceed." screamed Luthor as he grabbed a board and started swapping chips. Lennie opened a box and swapped chips as he hurried to get this done so he could leave. He knew that Luthor was mad at him and would get his revenge. He did not want to be around tomorrow, if this failed.

After twenty minutes of work, all of the chips had been replaced and the modules inserted into the equipment. Luthor watched as his computer tested the chips and ran a test program. After three minutes of watching the screen, he said "You are lucky. These are acceptable test results. Bring my guest in here."

Lennie walked over to a door and went down the hall to the holding room. He entered the room and observed the young woman strapped to a medical bed. He smiled as he stood over her. The woman was awake but she couldn't speak or move because of the gag and tie-down straps restraining her. She was very beautiful, even with her disheveled hair and messed-up makeup. She was wearing a woman's business suit and skirt which hid her curves. Lennie's eyes slowly gazed over her torn hosiery, over her flat stomach, and up to her covered breasts. She glared at him, and he liked seeing her like this, knowing that he was in control of her and could do whatever he wanted to her. He liked seeing helpless women and for them to know that he could do anything that he wanted to do to them.

He laid his big hand on her breast and started squeezing her breast as he leaned over and touched his tongue to her ear. She tried to avoid his tongue and head, but she was tightly restrained and couldn't do anything but squirm as she grunted trying to escape his probing tongue. He put his tongue into her ear and flicked his tongue as both of his hands squeezed her breasts.

She squirmed and made noises he assumed was cussing as he continued his licking up her face. He slowly licked her nose and eyebrows. He reached down between her legs and pulled her skirt up as far as it would come and then slid his hand up between her tight legs. The straps forced her legs together and he didn't have time to loosen it.

He laughed as he quit fondling her and pushed her cart out of the room into the lab where Luthor was waiting. He would have loved to have more time to play with her but Luthor was waiting and you didn't want to piss Luthor off too many times in one day. As Lennie wheeled her into the room, Luthor was re-inserting a module back into the computer.

"One module has already failed. If those chips don't work, you are a dead man, Lennie. Do I make myself clear?" said Luthor as he restarted his computer program.

"Yes, sir." quietly responded Lennie. The big brave man that could manhandle a tied up woman, had turned into a meek mouse in Luthor's presence.

Luthor's frown turned to a smile as he looked at the woman on the table. He gave a big smile as he said "Hello, Miss Lane. Welcome to my desert resort. I regret that I had to use a little force to get you here, but I know that you are not willing to my guest, much less my bait. We don't have much time, so I hope that you will forgive me for the liberties that I am getting ready to take with your body. If you do not forgive me, I will still do it. Lennie, you need to get out of here."

As Lennie left the room to leave the mine, Luthor started cutting away Lois's sleeves with scissors. Then he ripped the panty hose and removed the hose around her ankles. He smeared some jelly on her arms and legs and attached some electrodes. When he finished that, he approached the head of the table and said quietly "I apologize for what I am getting ready to do. My mother raised me to be a gentleman and would not approve of anything that I have done to you so far. God rest her soul. Anyhow, Miss Lane, I know that you have questions about why I brought you here and what I am doing to you. I am working on another one of my nefarious schemes to prove to Superman that I am the better man. I can't really go into much detail, but rest assured that it will be very painless and you will be a much better person when I am finished."

As he spoke, his scissors was cutting her blouse. The straps around her waist and shoulders held her in place so he was able to cut her blouse without any problems. Then he snipped her bra in the middle and pulled the two sections back revealing her breasts. He looked at her nipples and his voice changed to a huskier tone as he said "Lovely. I always knew that you had a wonderful body under those business-like reporter clothes that you always wore. If I ever do this again, I will plan for a electrode that can be placed in the vagina. It won't have any function in my electronic process but hooking it up, will provide me with a few moments of pleasure and personal enjoyment. But I digress and my time is very limited. After we finish with our project for today, I can take my time and explore your body at my leisure, while you are learning to enjoy my body."

He laughed and repeated "Yes, while you are learning to enjoy my body and the little modifications that I have planned for you."

He smeared some of the jelly onto her breasts. Although he only needed a little bit of jelly, he smeared a lot, as he rubbed the slimy jelly into the contours of the ample breasts resting on her chest. With a smile on his face, he took just a moment to tweak each of the nipples and then attached similar electrodes to her breasts. When he finished, with his hand, he brushed her long, dark hair back from her forehead and applied the jelly and two electrodes to her forehead. When he finished, he checked each of the electrodes and then glanced at the clock.

He walked over to another medical bed and started removing his clothes. When he was down to his underwear, he hopped on the bed and smeared the jelly on his body in similar places and attached another set of electrodes to his body.

"Miss Lane. In my right hand is a button. When I press it, it will send a signal that will alert Superman to where I am. Or more importantly, where you are. About twenty minutes ago, he found out that I had captured you and he has been looking everywhere for you. When he finds out where you are, he will rush to your aid, to save you as he usually does. When he enters this room, I will press the button in my left hand. What that button does, is my surprise. I do like surprises so forgive me for not sharing any further details with you. He will enter this room, expecting that his superpowers can protect him from anything that I can do to him. In most of our meetings, that assumption was correct. However, I expect different results from this meeting. Very different results." as he started laughing that evil laugh of his again.

Lois could do nothing. Her face was still flushed from feeling Luthor's rough hands fondle her breasts. She watched as Luthor raised his right hand and pressed a button. A large motor started up overhead and she looked up at the ceiling. In the ceiling, a section of the roof slowly moved back until a twenty by twenty opening appeared, showing the sky above. Then a beeper on the wall sounded and a clock started ticking. She stared at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. As the second hand reached the five seconds mark, a blue blur dropped through the opening onto the floor.

She quickly focused on the man standing there. It was Superman.

She wanted to scream but the gag prevented her from making a sound. As she watched Luthor's hand, she could see the slight movement as he squeezed the button in his left hand.

The strong electrical shock from the electrodes attached to her body caused her to jerk. Although she was not feeling any pain and was not moving except for the jerking, the electrical current flowing through her body was making the room appear to spin as she laid tied to the bed. As the room spinned in her vision, she passed out.

The room was silent and dimly lit. Whatever Luthor had started, had shorted out most of the lights. In the dim light, no one was stirring, not even Superman, who was lying on the floor, with his cape partially covering him.

After a couple of moments, Superman slowly shook his head. He sat up and then slowly stood as he looked as his hands and body. He didn't say a word as he looked around the room. But he stopped when he saw Lois Lane's unconscious body still strapped to the cart. With his superhearing, he could hear her heartbeat. He turned and looked at Luthor. Lex was also unconscious and his tongue was partially sticking out. Superman was able to hear Luthor's heartbeat also. They were both OK and just sleeping from the electrical shock that their body had just experienced.

Superman walked over to a full length mirror and looked into it. His steely gray eyes stared back, under the shock of wavy dark hair curling over his forehead. He reached out with his hand and squeezed a nearby metal rod, watching the metal crush easily under his super grip. Then he leaned his head back and laughed.

When he quit laughing, he looked at Lois's body on the hospital bed. He focused his eyes on a strap restraining her and melted it with his X-ray vision. He walked over to the bed and ripped the other straps open with one finger. When she was no longer tied down, he turned and flew out the opening that he had entered just minutes before.

Luthor slowly started moving. As he sat up, he stared at Lois's unconscious body on the other cart. Then he looked at his hands and lower body and shook his head slowly.

He slowly eased off of the cart and walked over to some complicated equipment and tubing on a table. He pressed a button, adjusted a lever and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the room as the dark liquid flowed into a waiting cup.

He picked up his cup of fresh coffee and walked over to some video equipment where he pressed a button. A TV monitor lit up and after a couple of moments, displayed a tape that had just been made. He watched as Superman entered the room. Watching the monitor, he could see a faint smile on Superman's face as he landed on the specially treated pad, where Luthor had focused his hidden equipment. He saw the electrical sparks as his equipment kicked in and saw Superman's body fall to the floor and jerk as his krypton laser rays probed Superman's body. Then the body quit jerking and laid there. After several moments, Luthor watched as Superman woke up. Luthor watched as Superman freed Lois and left. Then he replayed the same scene several times.

When he finished watching Superman fly out of the building for the fifth time, he walked back over to a desk and sat down in front of a computer. He was sitting there in his underwear reviewing computer data when he heard a noise behind him. He turned and saw that Lois was beginning to move. He walked over to the coffee machine and re-filled his cup and filled one for her.

He watched her as she slowly set up. She raised one hand to brush her hair from her face as her eyes slowly focused on Luthor standing in front of her. Then she jerked as she realized it was Lex Luthor standing in his underwear in front of her, holding a cup of coffee out to her.

"It's decalf. Won't keep you awake." said Luthor.

Her hand was still in front of her face and her eyes focused on the long red fingernails on her hand that was still brushing the long dark hair back. Then she looked down at her body and uttered a very female sounding gasp as she saw the bare large female boobs on her chest from where Luthor had cut her clothes away. One hand reached between her legs and pressed against the skirt, exploring as if the hand was searching for a penis. It only took a second to discover that there was not one.

She quickly brought her hand up to her face and quickly examined the long, slender fingers, with the long red fingernails. Then she ran her fingers over her face and as she removed her fingers, focused on the red smear on her hands that could only come from the lipstick on her lips.

She raised her legs and looked at the legs, that were partially covered with the torn pantyhose and one foot still had on a high-heeled shoe. Then she moved her hand to one of the breasts and felt it, as if it couldn't be real.

She ignored Luthor standing in front of her with the offered coffee cup and slowly stood, almost falling as she stood up. She looked down at her revealed breasts jutting out from her chest and stared at the cut-up woman's business suit on her body. Then she turned and saw the full length mirror. She walked slowly to the mirror, constantly looking at herself as she walked, ignoring everything else in the room. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as if she had never seen herself before. She raised one hand slowly and touched her face before letting the hand fall back to her side. Then she turned quickly and said "What did you do to me? Where is Lois?"

Chapter 2 - The explanation

Luthor laughed and said "You don't know how often I have wished for this moment and now that it has occurred, I don't know what to do. Well, let me answer your questions by asking a question. What is your name?"

The woman grimaced as she said "You know who I am. Where is she?"

Luthor laughed again and said "My plan worked. Or half worked, I mean. The Man of Steel is now a normal everyday, average earth woman cunt. An attractive cunt, but still a cunt. The memories and personality of Superman is now residing in the body of Lois Lane and her memories are in your body. Your former body, that is. For the rest of her miserable life, you will be her. You will bear her children and let them suckle against the breasts hanging from your chest. As long as you are youthful and attractive, you will have men falling over their feet to fondle you. That is, until your boobs start sagging and you turn into a seventy year old woman."

"Damn you Luthor. Where is she and where is my body?" said the woman as she walked angrily across the room to where Luthor was now sitting on a couch, sipping on his coffee

"My word. The little bitch has a temper. I suppose that I would feel the same way if I was in your shoes. Or high heels, as the case may be. Please remember who you are now. If I didn't take any shit from you, when you were Superman, what makes you think that I will take it from a puny, half naked woman. But to show you that my heart is in the right place and that I am willing to cooperate, I don't know where she or whoever she is now, is at this moment. My exchange equipment didn't work the way that I planned it and she left here in your body, flying away of her own free will. Your guess is as good as mine as to where she is now or what she is doing." replied Luthor.

The woman stopped in front of Luthor and put her hands on her hips and looked down at Luthor. Luthor smiled and said "That's much better. We need to talk. We both have some adapting to do. I have changed some of my attitudes and now have some of the same desires that you do. Sit down and I will tell you everything that I did. I give my word to tell you everything and to assist you. You know that my word, when I give it, is my bond."

Superman glared at Luthor and realized that in this body, he was very helpless and would have to use his wits to take control of the situation. He sat down in an opposite chair.

Luthor smiled again and said "You are going to have to learn to cross your legs when you sit down. The view from here of the dark bush between your legs is excellent. At another time, I would have difficulty keeping my concentration on the subject, what with your excellent exposed protuberances that are among the finest that I have ever seen. I became very involved in a barroom discussion one time about whether your breasts were real or a product of science and surgery. I apologize for my mis-informed guesses and will be sure to correct my previous statements if I ever meet those gentlemen again. But I promised to confess. Have you ever heard of Professor Hayfield of the London University?"

The woman shook her head and a thick wave of dark hair fell across her face. She quickly brushed it away, but it fell back which caused her to re-do the brushing motion. Luthor just observed and waited until she was finished.

"Hayfield published a theory of brainwaves and electrical patterns when exposed to differenting currents and microwaved laser beams. Included in his study were some tests that he accomplished but he did not realize the real importance of those tests. When I read his article, I knew that with the proper equipment, and electrical patterns, that I could develop a process whereby two people could swap memories and personalities. When the process was completed, both people would have the memories and thinking process of the other person. I was not interested in changing my own body, until I realized that if I changed bodies with you, then my super intellect combined with your super body, could rule the world. I experimented with electrical conduits coated with kryptonite dust that would weaken you so that my process would work on even your super body." said Luthor as he lit a cigar.

When he got it smoking, he continued "Think of it. Me in your body, receiving all of the awards and glory that I am due. And you in my body, sitting in some jail cell, paying for some of my minor errors. The more I thought about you in a jail cell trying to convince someone that you were really Superman, the more convinced I became to make my project work. And then I saw a transvestite in a bar picking up a man. The transvestite did not pass as a woman at all. Anyone looking at him could tell that he was very clearly a man in a woman's dress and make-up. As I watched this person, I realized that there are more ways to imprison someone than to put them behind bars. And I hatched this wonderful plan involving a three way body switch. I decided that I would kidnap Lois Lane, swap her body with yours, and then swap my body with her. So you would be in Lois's female body. I would be in your body and Lois would be in my body."

Superman didn't say a word as Luthor slowly put the cigar into his mouth and twirled it around. When he removed it, he continued "I would be the Man of Steel and with my much greater intelligence, would make a rather average superhero into the Man of the Century. I would spend the rest of your extended life, using your muscles and my brain to improve the lives of all of my subjects. Naturally, they would crown me Emperor of the World because of my greatness. And every Emperor has to have a Princess among his harem. You would be allowed to sit on my throne and would provide me the sexual relief that every wife gives her man. Whenever I wanted you and however I wanted you. Being a normal earthling, you would be subject to my drugs and I could easily convince you that you really enjoy sucking my supercock and sitting at the foot of my throne. And I would know that the once former Superman is my cunt, bound to my service, forever trapped in a foreign body. Forever, feeling desires to re-live your former life, knowing that you are forever my slave and woman. Living a life that I desire you to live, imprisoned in a female body with your memories of once being the Man of Steel and knowing now that you are the Princess of Fucking Pleasure. Obeying my every command and enjoying providing me pleasure with your new body. I would free you from the rules of society that require you to hide your beautiful body behind clothes and allow you to run naked through my world. While I would not restrict my supercock to just you, I would let you be my favorite cunt and to enjoy the privileges that come with that position. You would be the queen of my harem and mother of some of my children. Naturally, I would use my drugs to convince the former Lois that was in my old body, that she was my friend, my slave and happy to be in my older, overweight, bald body. Oh, it was such a wonderful plan. There is so much that I could do, to improve the sorry life of everyone on this planet."

Luthor took another drag on his cigar and slowly blew a smoke ring before he continued "A beautiful plan. All of my plans are beautiful. So I built my machine and programmed the electrical frequencies and timing into the program. Then I had Lois kidnapped and brought here. She was not hurt and only woke up just before you arrived. I had my henchman leave before I cut the suit, so I am the only one that saw her breasts. Pardon, I mean saw your breasts. They do belong to you now and are very nice breasts. You could make a lot of money in a topless bar, if you don't like being a girl reporter. That is, after you are properly trained in how to act and to let your new body control your life. But I am forgetting my manners. Would you like one of my cigars? As a former man, you must enjoy smoking a good cigar occasionally?"

He held out a cigar and the woman ignored the offer as she snapped "Get on with it Luthor. I have things to do."

Luthor laughed and said "You don't know the half of it. I spent months developing my plan. How to lure you here. Where you would enter. Where you would land. How much kryptonite dust to weaken you, but not hurt you. I reworked Professor's Hayfield's basic theory and developed my own theory. I calculated the time that it would take to exchange your personality with Lois and then how long it would to exchange your memories with her memory."

The woman interrupted him by saying "What is the difference between the personality and memory exchange?"

Luthor paused and stared for a moment. The woman did not realize that she had spread her legs again and Luthor was staring up the dress. Then Luthor resumed "Two people can share the same memory. It can be a shared moment in time. However, they will not remember the memory the same way over time or react to those memories the same way because they have a different personality. You are familiar with a template that you put on a computer keyboard. The keyboard didn't change, but the function of the keys changed. A personality is the same way. I discovered that exchanging memories was not enough and that the manner in which the person thought and reacted also had to be exchanged. Because those control features are hid in a different portion of the brain, it has to be treated as two separate actions. While it is not as time consuming, it is more critical to the success of the project. As I well know."

Luthor stood and walked over to the coffee machine and re-filled his cup. He returned to his seat and continued "So step one was to get the bait here. Step two was to get you as the Man of Steel here. Step three was to transfer your personality and memory with hers. Step four was to transfer my personality and memory with her personality and memory in your body. Step five was for me to rule the world in your body. However, my henchman screwed up and obtained sub-standard chips. Midway through step four, my machine failed and short-circuited. My personality was exchanged with Lois's personality but not our memories. My actions are now controlled by her personality and my memory; while her actions are controlled by my personality, her memory and her reactions to your superbody and it's almost unlimited powers. Because of the strength in your original body, she was able to recover first. I have videos of her recovering and recognizing that she was in your body. She tried a couple of your superpowers and then sped away, leaving us to our own resources."

The woman raised her hand to her lips and slowly squeezed her lower lip as she said "What do you mean by she has your personality? What will she do?"

"I don't know what she will do and can only guess. I do know that she will act different. I would love do a psychological profile of her before and after actions. I don't think that she will turn into a criminal because of her memories of her past life. I do think that she will act different. You remember that my personality was demanding. I had to be in charge. I had to rule. I would do anything, with no qualms as to the repercussions of my actions. I was very forceful and would not stop at anything to accomplish my goals. And I would love to have an objective profile of myself now. With her personality controlling my body, I am more at peace with myself. While I want to be the best in the world, I am more caring and concerned about my fellow man. I don't feel different, yet I know I am different. I also know that her feminine personality is in charge of my thinking and actions." said Luthor.

The woman laughed "Impossible."

"I would have agreed with you yesterday. Today is a different thing. We have been enemies for a long time and you know me. Whenever I fail at anything, I rant and rave until I get my temper under control. Have you ever seen me take a failure so easily? And the worst is still to come. As I sit here, looking at your half naked body, it does nothing for me. It only makes me a little jealous to see your nice cunt between your legs and to realize that I will never know what it is like to have a warm cock sliding into a wet pussy. But yet as I think about the smooth chest muscles on Lennie, I get a very nice erection and a warm feeling flowing through my body. I think that my sexual orientation has also changed so that I prefer a homosexual relationship instead of a heterosexual relationship and I will have to do an in-depth self-evaluation. I am not sure if I previously had those feelings and this exchange just awoke them, or if it was entirely caused my new personality. Anyhow, I know that I have some very strong feelings that I have been able to identify and classify. I suspect that the new Superman is busy going through a complex self-evaluation of who he is now and what he wants. So just as I am driven by her feminine personality, she is driven by my former masculine self-serving personality." said Luthor.

"I don't buy it, Luthor. What you are saying, cannot be true." said the woman.

"Some people don't believe the truth in front of their eyes. Look down at those big boobs on your chest and tell me which part of my discussion it is that you don't believe. If you are still not convinced that I am telling the truth, stick your finger into that dark spot between your legs." said Luthor.

The woman glanced down and then slowly stood. She said "I have to find Lois. She will need my help."

"No, we will need her help. I feel guilty now as my new personality evaluates my recent actions and I wish to apologize to you. I feel a little guilty about what I was going to do you and what I have done to you. I will assist you in trying to set everything back to the way it was, even if it means that I have to become myself again. However, we don't know what she is thinking or how she is reacting to this. With your former superbody, she will do whatever she wants to do. How do you feel?" said Luthor.

"Very different. What do we need to do to swap everything back?" said the woman.

"Wait is the main thing. While your male body could survive another exchange at this time, her normal earthling female body cannot survive; nor could my body. There has to be at least thirty days, maybe forty-five days between exchanges with normal humans. My equipment can be re-programmed easily, but the bodies have to be capable of living through the experience. You may not like it, but for the next month or two, you are Lois Lane, girl reporter. You are a woman. You will have to answer to her name. You will have to dress in her clothes and live in her apartment. You will have to pee while squatting on a commode. You will have to worry about every man that is trying to fuck you. You will have to wear lipstick and make-up. High heels are mandatory in her life and you will have to learn how to walk in them without breaking your neck. You will have to live her life while she lives your life or whatever life she wants to live. You are a woman and will have a period with the cramps and pissy-ass mood swings. Tampax and Midol will become a necessity that you can't live without. You are Lois Lane. Cunt. You will live as a second class citizen, subject to any form of sexual harassment that men heap on you. You can become pregnant so you will have to practice birth control. Just taking the pill is not enough protection. Being a normal human, you also have to worry about the sexual diseases and normal sickness. And sex as a woman is very different from sex as a man. Instead of pussy juice all over your face, it will be cum shooting into your mouth. Remember that the man will probably get insulted if you don't swallow it and try to suck more cum out of his cock. Instead of your mouth wrapped around a wonderful woman's nipple, your tongue will be caressing a big floppy cock that is trying to force it's way through your tonsils. Just as you have to learn to be Lois, I also have to learn to be someone else." said Luthor.

"But you are still you in your body. Your change is not as drastic as my change." said the woman.

"Yes, it is. I have been giving it some thought and know that I have to learn to deal with my new emotions and desires. Just as I have to deal with my new feelings, you will also have to adapt. Those are the facts of life that you will have to learn to live with. And I haven't told you the bad news yet." said Luthor.

"What bad news?" asked the woman.

Luthor stood and dropped his underwear and started stroking his cock. Lois stared at the middle-aged overweight bald man standing in front of her, with his drawers down to his ankles and a limp cock in his hand. After a moment, he pulled his drawers back up and sat down as he said "Did you feel any strong sexual desires?"

The woman started laughing. Luthor waited until she finished and said "Part of my computer program that exchanged your personality also modified part of your personality. You see, I planned to be in your super body and wanted you to be my whore in Lois's body. I wanted you to cooperate with my desires and to be happy with your new role and sexual orientation. So I modified the portion of your personality where it re-acts to sexual simulation. Right now, you are a virgin and don't know what it is like to experience sex as either a normal woman or as a woman with my enhanced modifications. With my modification, you will enjoy sex by over 400 percent over what Lois would have enjoyed the same simulation. You will remember how great the sex was and what it felt like. You will look forward to sex again and again. All you will be able to think about is sex and more sex. You won't be able to resist having sex. Your sexual desires will control your body. You will react as a woman because it will bring more satisfaction and enjoyment to you. Nymphomaniac is a very mild expression for the desire that you will feel and can't control. So as long as you can resist sex or sexual actions, you won't have those memories to increase your desire."

Luthor paused for a second and then stared upwards as he continued "I am a victim of my previous self also. You know that I always plan for everything. Well, in my plan, you would wind up in Lois's body, I would wind up in your body, and Lois would wind up in my body. To keep the two of you under my control, I also modified her personality to be subject to much stronger sexual desires. So now, I also have very strong sexual urges and I don't know how to control myself. In my previous life, I did not need sex and what small sexual desires that I used to have, were easily re-directed to my power desires."

The woman looked at him and smiled for the first time since the exchange as she said "So you are now a horny man?"

Luthor shrugged his shoulders and replied "Almost. I did not do enough research into explicit sexual desires and increased her sexual desires without thinking about how those desires would react, with her strong feminine personality. So I am horny but do not desire women. I desire strong virile men."

"Can you remove those modifications? It's going to be rough enough living with the temporary new lifestyle without having to worry about primal desires." said the woman.

"Not until the exchange. So until then, you have to live with who you are now and what you are, Lois." said Luthor.

"I am Superman. Although I am in her body, I am Superman and she is still Lois, just as you are still Luthor." said the woman.

"Incorrect. Your logic reveals that you are still the same dumb person that you used to be in that body. I agree that I am still Luthor, but it is because of the math. This person standing in front of you, is composed of five basic components, which are Luthor's old body, his memories, his memories are male instead of female, Lois's personality, and Lois's modified sexual desires. So I am three-fifths Luthor, which is close enough for me to agree that the new unique individual standing in front of you, is Luthor. Not Lex Luthor, but perhaps a new person that is more comfortable with the name of Liz Luthor."

Luthor took another pull on his cigar as he paused before continuing "And you my friend, are also a new unique individual composed of many components. You have Lois's female body, new modified sexual desires that we have not had the opportunity to see how they will re-act, your memories, your personality, and the body is a normal Earth body without any super powers. No matter what you think or try to do, you are subject to the limitations of her body and her body functions. When her hormones kick in, you will find that you are no longer a Superman but are just a cunt. But I digress. You are two-fifth's Lois, two-fifth's Superman and one-fifth whatever. In your case, the old scientific Duck axiom applies. You are familiar with that principle. You know, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck. You are Lois now, whether you admit or not. Any court of law would declare you to be Lois."

Luthor took another pull on his cigar and blew a smoke ring, while waiting for a response. Finally the woman said "And who is the person in my body."

Luthor quickly responded "Lois. Because you are the person in your body. If you are referring to the person in your former body, we have Lois's memories, my personality, your male body, your superbody. I did not enhance the sexual desires, so those desires would be the normal desires expected. So that person is half Superman, one-fourth Luthor, and one-fourth Lois. Using the Duck principle, that is now Superman and because Superman cannot be two different people, it is further evidence that you are not Superman and have to be Lois. So, get used to people thinking of you as a dumb broad. Speaking of which, I also have to make some changes to my lifestyle. Although you are not my type now, I still like certain thrills and personal satisfactions. Would you be insulted if I asked you give me a blow job? It's part of an experiment to see if I can still be aroused by a woman." said Luthor.

Chapter 3 - Lois's story

Fucking Luthor. He can't do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn't be me. I am lying here on the floor.

I look down at myself and see a man's body instead of my normal sexy woman's body. It is Superman's body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.

But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman's body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don't see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.

I mean by seeing myself in Superman's body.

I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.

I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.

For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman's body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.

But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.

I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn't get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn't want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.

And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.

I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.

When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn't like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women's role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.

I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.

I set Janice up with one my boyfriend's teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.

Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn't stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.

Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it's chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.

She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn't want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.

I was too young and didn't know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?

I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it's confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it's own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.

I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.

I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don't really want him as a sexual partner. I don't know why I tried to screw him.

I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don't want to. Isn't that strange. My own body doesn't turn me on.

My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it's maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock's length. It is ten inches at least.

I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don't know how to react to them.

I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That's right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.

I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.

I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.

I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.

I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.

Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor's laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.

I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.

With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet's address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.

I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.

I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.

I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.

Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.

I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.

I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.

The door opens and she is standing there. I don't know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.

"Superman" she whispered.

"Hello, Janet. Uh... A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello." I said, hearing my voice for the first time.

"Lois who?" she said with a quizzical look on her face.

"Lois Lane, from your college." I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.

"Lois. I haven't thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child." she said as she shifted the child.

I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.

"No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now." I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.

As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.

Chapter 4 - Luthor's story

We reviewed the tape several times and the little new she-bitch finally came to the same conclusions that I had already reached with my much greater intellectual ability. She might have been the Man of Steel once, but she was certainly not my intellectual equal. And in her new body, she is certainly not my physical equal either.

She got mad at me because I kept calling her Lois. And him Superman. She doesn't think that she is Lois and wanted me to call her either nothing or Superman. Well, the little bitch can keep denying it all she wants, but she is Lois Lane and may never be Superman again. And she might spend the rest of her life with that name and female body.

Fucking bitch. I don't know why I promised to help her. She deserves to be that cunt and that is why I put her there. I know that I sound very catty but every since I woke up, I have felt very different from my normal self. I know that not only have my sexual desires changed but also the way that I act and think.

My new feminine side of my new personality is very strong and I enjoy letting it control me. While we were watching the tapes of Superman, I found myself focusing on his crotch. If I didn't know better, I would swear that he has an erection under those tight little yellow jerkins. And I got one thinking about him with an erection.

Although I haven't proved it yet, I think that I want to be the bottom in my sexual adventures. I feel very feminine, but not very female. I wouldn't want to be a woman, but I want to show a man that I can be as much of a woman as any woman. I don't want to dress up as a woman or look like a woman, but I want to satisfy and please my man with my body and loving. I know that doesn't sound logical but that is the way I feel. So she can have her body with her boobs and cunt. I have my cock and can show my man what it is like to suck my cock as I give him the best blow job he ever had. Or he can try my warm and tight ass. I know it will be a lot tighter than her pussy could ever be.

That's why I have decided to changed my name. I like the sound of Liz. Liz Luthor. And I don't have to change my monograms.

Lois did not give me a blow job or any come-ons when I asked. She got a little pissed but it was just a suggestion. And I did not feel any sexual attraction to her. I remember before the exchange procedure, how I got turned on, when I rubbed her breasts as she laid on the bed. And now, they look very silly to me. I may have been a boob man before but now I like flat, muscular chests and good firm ass's in tight jeans. Her walking around the room half-naked with her boobs hanging out did nothing for me. But I did get aroused watching the new Superman examine his new body, and I imagined what his body must look like, without that stupid costume. I found myself thinking about his cock sliding into my ass. And when I was trying to convince Lois to give me a blow job, I was wondering what his cum tastes like.

I feel very different. I like the way I feel now and if Superman feels the same, we will never get him to swap back.

Funny but now that I think about it, I realize that my previous sexual experiences were very limited. I was not interested in sex and put all of my energy into my work. I didn't have a sex drive and what little I did have, I diverted to my work. My old male instinct was very strong and I projected a very macho image.

I don't think Lois likes me. She is too busy trying to find a flaw in my plan so we don't' have to wait 30 days to change. I gave my word to her and I will keep it. Wait a minute. Lex Luthor gave his word. I consider myself to now be Liz. Would that be acceptable in a court of law?

I can't do it. I have to stand by my word. Unless.

Unless. Unless she releases me from my word to help. But that would mean that she would have to want to stay in her new body and to live her life as Lois. To give up her life as Superman.

I have an evil mind and can't help myself. Although I no longer have any desires to engage in anything that is criminal, I have still have strong desires to do what is best for me. And right now, I feel that what is best for me, is to maintain this identity.

In less than two seconds, I developed a plan. If I can get her turned on sexually, she won't be able to control her body and will want to have more sex. As she has more sex over the waiting period, she will enjoy her new body so much that she won't go back to her old body. And she will release me so I can do whatever I want to do.

Although I want to go find Lennie and see if the rest of his body is as hard as his chest, I have to get Lois started on her sexual learning curve. Then I can relax with a good book, a bottle of wine, a dab of Vaseline and Lennie.

I have to put her into a situation where her hormones kick in and control her actions. Then nature and a little time will have her drooling every time she sees a man. Only she will have to learn to stay away from my man. If she doesn't want her eyes scratched out.

Luthor was sitting at his desk in his main office, back in Metropolis. He had already dropped the new Lois Lane off at her apartment. He was wearing his normal white lab coat and appeared to the old normal Luthor. He was scribbling some notes in a folder while he gave telephonic instructions to a woman that he hired sometimes for special jobs. He had a special job for this woman and needed her to start immediately. After he completed his discussion with her, he closed the folder and put it into his desk drawer. Lennie was standing in front of the desk, waiting for Luthor to finish with his call. Lennie had not seen Luthor since leaving the desert hideaway and was not aware of how Luthor's plan was going. When Luthor finished, he propped his feet up on the desk and looked at Lennie.

"Lennie, those chips were very sub-standard," snapped Luthor. The henchman bowed his head, knowing that to fail Luthor, could result in his death.

"I am very angry. And you are the cause of my anger. You failed me. You caused a very important experiment to fail. Normally, I would not give anyone a second chance and would order your death without any remorse. But you are very lucky that I now have a higher regard for life and don't wish to engage in a lot of my former practices. However, you must still be punished. I have always been a stickler for discipline and now have different ways that discipline can serve my purposes." said Luthor.

Lennie swallowed hard as Luthor pulled a riding crop out of a desk drawer and began slapping it against his palm.

"You must tell me the truth, Lennie. Why did you think that you could cheat me by obtaining sub-standard computer chips? Especially after I told you how important this experiment was. You're here to serve my interests and not your personal interests. Maybe you need to be reminded of what being in my service means. I intend to make sure that you don't forget it again. Take the position." Luthor said in a quite soft icy tone as he paced the room.

Although he didn't want this and had never heard of Luthor punishing anyone in this manner, Lennie greatly preferred this over the other ways that Luthor could have decided to punish him. Lennie unfastened his trousers and bent over the desk with his legs apart, planted firmly, his torso bent forward over the table, and his firm backside completely exposed. Luthor said quietly "Undress. Take it all off."

Lennie quickly pulled off his T-shirt and re-assumed the position. Luthor walked slowly around Lennie and then slowly unbuttoned his lab coat. As the lab coat dropped to the floor, Lennie made a quick look at Luthor and saw that Luthor was naked, except for the boots. Luthor walked behind Lennie and stared at the muscular and hard buttocks. He smiled as he noted that Lennie had tightened all of his muscles, and Luthor was licking his lips in anticipation as he though about making Lennie lose control of them.

"Have you ever been disciplined?" Luthor inquired in a casual very soft tone, that almost sound feminine, thought Lennie.

"No.", said Lennie.

He wasn't prepared for the sudden flash of pain as the crop struck his bare flesh. His whole body jerked in response, but he stayed in position.

"Good boy. I promise to not do anything which will leave any scars on your back. Permanent scars, that is. I should have taken the effort before to discipline you properly. I need strong, disciplined people working for me, and I intend to make certain that you never let me down again. Before we are finished today, you will remember what discipline feels like. And don't worry, the hot soreness on your buttocks will only last for a couple of days." said Luthor as he examined the raised marks on the tender flesh. He licked a finger and soothingly traced the weal he had just inflicted.

The hard leather began to rise and fall again as Luthor struck Lennie's waiting body. Lennie braced himself and tried to keep his body's uncontrollable urge to rock with the blows from resulting in more pain. The hard final blow elicited a short gasp from him and a soft laugh from Luthor.

"Good boy, did you realize that your cock got hard" Luthor whispered into Lennie's ear, as he gently nibbled on the ear. Lennie started to move but Luthor continued "Don't move if you know what is good for you."

Luthor wrapped his hand around Lennie's cock and squeezed it gently but firmly, rubbing his thumb over the head. Still holding his shaft, he began to pump it, as he rubbed the handle of the riding crop against Lennie's sphincter. As Luthor stroked Lennie, his body started responding and he began to thrust his hips in time with Luthor's stroking.

"You lucky man. Not only do I save your life today by not killing you, but you get to be the first man to enjoy my new sexual sensuality. If you are good and convince me that you enjoy my sexual attention, I just might let you live. After all, you did have a very important role in my experiment's failure and my resulting new sexual awareness." he whispered, letting his tongue trace the outlines of Lennie's ear.

Before Lennie could say anything, Luthor whipped three more quick blows across him. Then Luthor slid the leather handle between his legs and slowly stroked it forward as if it were a large penis. With his other hand, Luthor was caressing and stroking Lennie's hard cock tenderly, gently pressing his thumb into the head as Lennie hardened and swelled, coaxing moisture out of him.

"Lennie, you have a big cock. Let me warn you now, that if you ever displease me again, I will perform transplant surgery on you. How would you like to wind up with my cock between your legs while I get your cock?" said Luthor.

"I will do anything that you want. I will never fail you again." said Lennie as he looked at Luthor's three inch semi-hard cock.

"Good, we now understand each other." as Luthor licked a drop of Lennie's fluid from a finger.

His cock was warm and pulsating in his grasp now, pleasure radiating outward into him from the contact.

Luthor handed Lennie a Vaseline jar and then bent over the desk, exposing his ass. Lennie looked at the fat mass of ugly, white flesh being presented to him and almost lost his hard-on. He quickly slapped some Vaseline on his cock and retained the hardness with some stroking as he prepared to insert his cock into Luthor's waiting asshole.

He focused on burying his firm cock deep in his warm depths and to satisfy Luthor the best that he could. He pressed his lubricated cock into him in one swift motion, causing Luthor to groan deeply.

The long hard length of the penis filled Luthor so satisfyingly, the engorged shaft stretching the walls of his previously unused channel as Lennie buried himself in Luthor. A weird kind of heat flowed through Luthor almost instantly as Luthor rubbed himself against the hard cock in his ass.

Luthor groaned "Yes, yes. That's it. Go slow. Keep that lovely body of yours straight and hard. Make me forget how you failed me. "

Luthor reached back and found Lennie's right hand, which he pulled around and placed on his cock. Lennie's hand was bigger than Luthor's cock but he knew better than to say anything negative. As he butt-fucked Luthor, he stroked Luthor's cock.

Luthor closed his eyes and smiled as this wonderful new feeling aroused desires in him that he had never experienced before. He had had sex with women before, but those few times and very short sessions had never aroused him this way before. As he felt himself getting ready to climax, he stopped Lennie's hand because he was not ready yet. He wanted to continue this wonderful sensation and to thoroughly enjoy every moment.

With his hand, Luthor reached between his spread legs and felt the hard wet cock as it was sliding into his anus. Then he reached a little further back and felt the testicles that had been beating against his back. When Lennie felt him do this, he slowed down as much as he dared. Luthor responded by outlining the orbs of his testicles, weighing the soft sac in his hand. Then Luthor dropped his hand and grunted his command "Now. Fill me!"

Lennie increased his stroking speed and humped as deep as he could into the dark recess that his cock was stuffed into. Then he stiffened as his body started shooting his jism into Luthor's body. Luthor felt the warm juices trickling delightfully down his crack.

When his body quit jerking, Luthor moved and let the quickly softening long cock slide out of his ass. Luthor rolled over and laid back on the desk, exposing his small hard cock. He just looked at Lennie and Lennie knew that his punishment was not over yet and what Luthor wanted him to do next.

He buried his head between Luthor's legs and used his tongue, letting it flick lightly over the head, teasing by giving only little brief touches that maddened as well as pleased. Luthor ran his fat fingers through Lennie's long hair and pulled his mouth closer. As Lennie took the small cock into his mouth, Luthor's hips rose up in an effort to force him deeper.

He licked him from base to head in a single stroke, then slowly slid his lips over the cockhead and sucked him, engulfing the small hard penis millimeters at a time until his whole length was in his mouth, throbbing against Lennie's tongue. Luthor's hips lifted off the table as his back arched. Lennie closed his mouth over the cock and sucked, as he stroked his head up and down in a bobbing manner. The small cock did not fill his mouth and barely touched the back of his throat.

Then Luthor's body spasmed and he exploded, filling Lennie's mouth with a rush of liquid that Lennie made sure to catch and swallow every drop. Several moments later, Luthor collapsed on top of his desk and let Lennie let go of the now very small cock that had been in his mouth.

Luthor slowly stood and he looked at Lennie. He said quietly "Very good. You even pretended that you enjoyed what I had you do. Bend over the desk again and shut your eyes."

Lennie did as instructed. He would do anything to get out of there and then he would run and hide. His eyes were shut, but he heard Luthor open another desk drawer and then walk behind him. Luthor rubbed Lennie's butt softly and then jabbed a needle into him. Lennie didn't know what was being injected into him, but he knew that it was too late to do anything but to let Luthor continue his perverse game.

Then Luthor said "Go sit down on the couch."

As Lennie walked over to the couch, he realized that his hands were getting numb. By the time that he got to the couch, he was numb all over.

Luthor lit a cigar and puffed on it for a couple of moments watching Lennie before he continued "Lennie. What you did to me changed me. And I will probably have this change forever. So I decided to punish you. Your punishment is almost over. I know that you didn't want to have sex with me, and only did it because I made you do it. I also know that when you walk out that door, that you will run and hide. But I don't want you to do that. So I decided to change you as you changed me. That shot I gave you, is a strong hypnotic drug. I was planning on using it on Superman and Lois after I changed bodies with them. I was going to convince them that they were my slaves. Instead I will convince you that you are my slave and sexual servant. That way, I won't have to worry about you anymore."

Lennie was staring at Luthor and not saying a word. His eyes were glazed over.

Luthor pulled a chair in front of Lennie and said "From now, you will be Leslie. Leslie is a woman in a man's body. When Leslie is in charge of the body and is doing very feminine things, you will be very happy. When Lennie is in charge of the body, you can't wait for my command to release Leslie so that Leslie is the personality in charge of your body. You will want to be a woman, but you will never change your body. You will keep your body in this great athletic shape. But in your mind, you are a woman. You are one of my women. You will enjoy this desire that you now have. Every time that you see a woman, you will envy the way that they look, the way that they dress, they way that they act and the body that they have. You will wish that you had been born a woman, that you had their estrogen flowing in your body and bloodstream. What is your name?"

Lennie's glazed over eyes did not waver as his lips slowly opened and he said "Leslie."

Luthor smiled as he continued "Good. I am your master. You are my slave. You have to dress and act like a man, even though you feel like a woman. I will let you grow your hair long and to put some curl into it. And I want you to undergo electrolysis to get that beard removed. But you must dress and act as a man. Until I grant you permission to dress as a woman and to be my woman. You will do anything to be allowed to wear feminine clothing and to be permitted to pretend that you are a woman. When I let you be a woman, you are a submissive woman. You will act in a submissive way, always allowing me or whoever I give you to, to dominate you. Sometimes, I will give you to friends for their pleasure. You will let their enjoyment take priority over your enjoyment. In return, I will let you dress and act as a woman when I desire to reward you. I will let you apply make-up to your face, and to brush your hair. I will let you wear bras, panties, and dresses. I will let you walk into restaurants, dressed as a woman. I will let you shop for your new female clothes, while you are dressed as a woman. I can see you now with a long blonde wig on, and smelling nice from some arousing cosmetics. We will get you a waist cinch, a bra and pads to build you some realistic looking breasts. You will get used to that little contraption that holds your cock and balls tucked away. Think how sexy you will look with a padded panty to give you some hips, a black garter belt and hosiery, spike heels, and the rest of the lingerie. You will no longer read those motorcycle magazines and will start reading women's magazines so that you can learn make-up tips and how to coordinate your clothing."

Luthor paused and leaned close to look at Lennie's glazed pupils. Satisfied that there was still some time, he continued "When I permit your feminine side to surface, you will become a woman in thoughts, actions and dress. When I require your masculine side, you will dress and act as a man, but you will have a very deep desire to put on a dress and to become a woman. You will not resist this behavior change and will worship me for helping you with these very strong deep feelings. Although you are now Leslie, you will not let her feminine side appear until I address you as Leslie. And when I address you as Lennie, that is your command to return to your masculine dress and actions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." said Lennie's faint voice.

"You will love me as your master and as your lover. You will not have any other lover unless I desire it. You will always be pleased and happy that I found and released your feminine personality. You no longer think or live like a man and feel that you are a woman trapped in a man's body. I reward you by letting you dress as a woman and to service me however I desire. Whenever you are in my presence, you will feel sexual desire for me. Whenever I let you have sex with me, it is the best sex that you have ever had."

Luthor looked down at Lennie's still naked body. As he watched, Lennie's cock started getting hard. Luthor smiled as he thought about some of the things that his new henchman would be doing in the future to serve him.

Chapter 5 - Learning to Live as Lois

When I awoke in Luthor's lab and saw Luthor standing in front of me, all sorts of thoughts went through my mind. I knew that I had just flew into that underground lab and saw a partially naked Lois tied to a table. I remember hearing a very slight click as Luthor pressed some button and then pain struck me as I fell unconscious to the floor.

My first indication that something had occurred to my body, was the realization that I was not sitting on a cushion, but that my butt was softer and larger, creating a sort of cushion effect. Then I saw the red fingernails on a hand that was not my hand. The arm and hand seemed so small and delicate and most definitely was not my hand.

The breasts were a greater shock. I could have explained someone putting fingernail polish on me while I was sleeping, but no set of press-on boobs can be that realistic looking or have that jiggle as I jumped when I saw them.

I swung my legs over the side of the table, and stood up. I felt a new center of gravity, with the new weight on my chest, and enlarged hips as I moved toward a mirror. As I walked to the full-length mirror, I could feel that I was shorter and that my hips jutted out sharply. Although I could not see myself in the mirror yet, I was acutely aware of my breasts bouncing across my chest and knew that I was in a woman's body. That quick search for my penis had quickly found some very distinct female genitalia through the flimsy panties.

Then I saw a very familiar face in the mirror and knew that it was the reflection of the body that I was inhabiting. I was in Lois' body. But where was she? And where was my body?

Looking in the mirror, I glanced down the length of my body, seeing the twin mounds and very feminine nipples on my chest. As I touched them hoping that my hand would pass through what I hoped was an illusion, I noticed much less strength and realized that I no longer had any superpowers. I focused my x-ray vision on the wall and quickly discovered that I could no longer look through anything because I no longer had any super powers. I am a normal earthling and am either in Lois's body or in a duplicate of her body.

I listened to Luthor and knew that he was telling the truth. The nipples on my chest were very strong proof that I was indeed in Lois's body. Although I wanted to pick him up and throw him to the moon, I no longer had any superpowers and had to use my wits to battle him.

So I listened to him.

Although I in this woman's body, I am still a man and will behave as a man. If only I did not feel like a woman.

Luthor had some clothes that he had purchased and had waiting for me after the exchange. I selected some clothes and carried them into the bathroom.

I quickly undressed and stared at my body in the mirror. It was definitely Lois's body and it sure as hell was a female's body. I look at the size of my ass and at the legs which look as if they were too far apart in the crotch.

I have to pee and recognize that I can't pee standing up. I sat down on the commode and tried to figure out which muscle group would control that function. I didn't expect it to start so soon, and it didn't feel normal to not be holding a penis as I peed. Urine was coming straight down out of my pelvis, in a noisy stream right into the center of the toilet, unencumbered by any penis. A few moments later my bladder was empty, as my stream came to an end. I tensed my muscle to eject those last few squirts, but nothing happened. Not a drop. I tried again, but still nothing. Then I remembered that the extra plumbing, where those last squirts accumulated, was gone. No more slightly damp spots on my pants now. When I stood back up, I quickly realized that my toilet habits were going to have to change, and I need to start wiping myself dry.

It seemed strange to have the space between my legs to reach my hand through as I reached the hand inside the small slit and started rubbing the toilet paper in an up-and-down fashion against the small urethra. My finger eased between my new second pair of lips and touched something that sent an instant electrical shock through my body. I felt a small flash of warmth start flowing through my body from the delightful sensation of just touching my new peepee equipment. The shock was so new and good that I continued gently wiping even though I had already dried myself. Within five more seconds, I was overwhelmed with the strongest waves of sexual desire that I had ever experienced as a warm, wet feeling flooded my inner cavity. I gently pull my lips apart and finger the dampness there. With my middle finger, I start to stroke my clit, playing it like a musical instrument as I rub faster and faster, "Ahhhh, oohhhh," I moan to myself. I continued by shoving my finger inside myself as far as it would go, while flipped my clit with one of the other fingers. Before I realized what I was doing, I lost control and was driving my finger harder and faster into my wet and warm body cavity. I'm soaked there, slick and tight and wet, and the motion of my finger sliding in and out of that moist, warm gap is heavenly. I return to caressing my swollen, excited clit once again. The pleasure is building... My finger strokes faster and faster and faster and my head is twisting back in ecstasy. With my other hand, I was squeezing one breast, and alternately cupping the entire mound of flesh and rubbing on the nipple. The warmth is building and as I go from one finger to two inside myself. Then I realized what I was doing.

With great difficulty, I stopped and pulled my wet fingers out. I sit there with my eyes closed and wait for my breathing and pulse to return to normal. So this is what a woman feels like when she is sexually aroused. A very heavy, musky odor filled the room and I almost resumed, but I knew that I couldn't. I have to maintain control of myself.

I quickly put the panties, skirt and blouse on, but did not put the panty hose or bra on; and brushed my hair. Luthor just smiled at me when I came out of the bathroom and handed me the pocketbook that Lois normally carries and a tube of lipstick; as if he was expecting me to put some make-up on. I responded by putting the lipstick into the pocketbook, without putting any on; noticing his slight smile as I did it. It was bad enough that I was wearing a woman's clothes, but less that I accepted the change so much that I started wearing make-up.

He probably thinks that he has evaluated my mental condition and can second-guess every move and decision that I make now. Well he, is wrong. I am still me and haven't changed any, even if I am in this very different body.

Luthor drove me back to Metropolis in his jeep and talked to me during the complete trip; although I only responded in grunts and very short answers. Although I flew to his hideaway in less than a second, the drive back took almost four hours. I wanted to stay in the Lab and wait for Lois, I mean Superman. No, damn it. I mean Lois. I refuse to start believing that I am her.

Anyhow, Luthor finally convinced me that we should return to the city and that Superman could find me there just as easy. Shit. I did it again. OK, for now, I will agree to call her Superman and to answer to Lois, but I refuse to accept that as a permanent change.

It was very late at night, when he let me out at her building entrance and gave me a phone number where I could find him. Then he left me standing on the sidewalk.

I went inside, past the doorman, who called me "Miss Lane". I found her apartment keys in the pocketbook and entered her apartment. Although I had been here many times, I had always limited my visits and exploration. Standing in her hallway, with the door shut, I knew that I would be living here. For at least thirty days and maybe even longer, if Luthor is not able to correct his mistake.

I have to admit that he was right and that Superman could find me wherever I went and that the first place that he would look for me, when he was ready; was in her apartment.

I walk through the apartment and into her kitchen. I feel hunger pains for the first time in my life and I readily raid her fridge, making a sandwich. As I eat the sandwich, I think about what has happened. Being with Luthor and listening to his constant chatter did not give me any time to think about what I must deal with. Being a super person all of my life, I have never experienced a lot of normal earthling sensations and must learn how to adapt to being a mear mortal. A frail woman at that.

I felt frustrated on the drive back because I knew that I could not fly now and have to rely upon normal transportation. As I sat at the table, I concentrated my other senses to see how much I was limited. No super hearing. No supervision. And pain when I bumped my knee against the table leg.

I walk into her bedroom and turn on the light. Her bed is neatly made and has a small teddy bear lying on the pillow. Although I have lost my super sense of smell, I can strongly smell Lois in this room. Her choice of perfumes are very strong and while the overall combination is strong at first, I find it very soothing.

I removed the blouse and skirt that I had put on earlier and look at myself in the full length mirror as if something could have changed during the ride. When I look at myself in the mirror with clothes on, it is as if I am looking at an angle and she is in the room with me. But when I look at the almost naked body, I know that it is really me peering through her eyes underneath that luscious mane of brunette hair and wearing her panties. As I move my head, my hair bounces, then falls back into the style that she has had for the last two years. I looked at my almost naked reflection and could see the dark patch of curls through the flimsy panties. I watched myself in the mirror as my thumbs hooked into the panties and brought them down, all the way down to my ankles where I stepped out of them.

It was a shock to see myself for the first time and is still a little shock. Although I am very familiar with Lois's face, it seems very strange when it stares back at me in the mirror. The reflection that I was seeing in the mirror was her, not me. But I knew that it was me and it was very scary. The worst thing was that I felt a little thrill which I did not quite understand.

I have some discomfort in my stomach and have been holding myself without realizing that I was retaining gas when I did not need to retain it. When I realize that it is only gas and that I am now in a normal body, I decide to experiment. I fart. Then I look at the walls and break into a laugh. Being in a normal body is so unusual. In my Superman body, I could never pass gas because it always created dangerous powerful air currents. When I was a baby, living in Kansas, I used to start a lot of tornadoes just by passing gas. As I grew older, my parents taught me to hold it until I could direct the air flow in a manner that would not result in turbulent weather. Most of the time, they took me to the lake and let me fart in the water, which would absorb the tremendous air output. As I grew older, I learned to fly into outer space where I got rid of it.

I looked down at the large breasts hanging on my chest. I am used to seeing a flat muscular, broad chest when I look down; not these two mounds with the nipples. I look at the nipple carefully because it sticks out so far, as compared to my own nipple. And it has such a large base, with a dark color.

I walk over to a dresser and open it. Inside I find some lacy underwear in just about all colors and I look at the size of one. The majority are 36C cup size and there are some 36D cup bras. I re-touch my breasts tentatively as though I weren't sure they were real or not. I try to put one on and can't get it fastened in the back. I watch myself in the mirror and can't get the hasp to catch. I take it off and fastened it in the front so I can see what I am doing and then rotate it to it's correct position. It feels tight and very uncomfortable. Women wear these all day? I fumble with the catch and breath a sigh of relief as I remove that damn thing. Then I realize why Lois has two sizes. When her breasts swell because of whatever, she moves up to the next larger size.

My narrow shoulders and slim back are also very different from my real body. As are my smaller legs and feet. I opened a closet and put on a pair of high heels. It took a second to balance myself and then I discovered that I couldn't walk in them. But I could look at myself in the mirror, which was what I really wanted. My round hips narrowed to an astonishingly small waist over a full and beautifully heart-shaped ass with taut, globular cheeks. The legs were dancer's shapely legs, with long, tapering calves and trim thighs.

I admire the way the white panties look against my tan skin. My shoulder-length dark hair falls forward to brush against the fullness of my full breasts. I cup my naked breasts in my hands, liking their texture and weight. I feel the nipples tightened from the slight touch of my fingers. I slowly trace a circle around my nipples, enjoying the unusual and very wonderful sensations this arouses. There is a slight fluttering in my stomach now, and my pulse is beginning to beat just a little bit faster. As I squeeze my breasts, I start getting hotter. I like the way the cool air feels on my nakedness. It is a pleasant contrast to the warmth is between my legs. I feel a rush of wetness as my anticipation builds.

I picked up a hand mirror and laid on the bed as I drew up my knees and spread my legs. My genital slit was clearly visible through the mass of curly, trimmed hair. The public hair was trimmed on the sides so it wouldn't hang out in a bathing suit but was almost full length around my mound. I spread my lips apart, and held the mirror so I could see the urinary opening and vaginal opening. Although I was familiar with women's body parts from my scientific studies, I had never really examined a woman's private area closely. I first looked at the urethral opening which seemed very normal, as if I was expecting something abnormal. The entrance to the vagina appeared to be a set of lips. I touched myself and felt the same warm, painful and erotic, tingle flash that I had experienced earlier. I tensed my legs as I continued my fingers down just past the urethral opening, and pressed into my body in a place that previously wouldn't have yielded that way. I stopped because I was not ready to experience that. If Luthor was correct, I would not be able to stop having sex after I started.

I walked back to the full length mirror and looked at how my private parts vanished entirely between my legs. I looked funny without a penis hanging down. I saw the body of a young woman, not the body of Superman. A woman with tender breasts. The tenderness of my breasts told my that they were swelling, either from my monthly hormonal changes or they were growing. I hoped they weren't growing.

Although I can't see it, I know that this body is a normal genetic female body, with ovaries that produce female hormones that control the secondary sex characteristics, such as the breasts, widens the hips, and can get pregnant. I imagined, and tried my best to feel, the female hormones that were now surging through my bloodstream.

In the closet, I find a man's suit but don't know who it belongs to. It must belong to one of Lois's old boyfriends. I look at the size and it is very close to the size that I used to wear. I picked up the slacks, and held them up to me comparing the difference in my body to the shape that I used to have.

I look at the clock and realize that is almost three am. While I am not going anywhere tomorrow, I feel the fatigue in this body. I go into the bathroom and start the shower. As the warm spray of the shower ran down my face, I feel very sad and alone. I felt very confused and lost. I have never felt this way before. I can't let myself get depressed and I have to make the best of this turn of events. While I don't want to be a woman, or know the first thing about being a woman, I will survive this. Somehow.

I discover while washing, that my legs have short stubby hair and I don't like the feel of it. On the ledge is a bottle of Nair and I quickly read the directions. I coat my legs from my toes to what has to be a bikini line. While letting the Nair work its magic, I shaved the already smooth underarms. I rinsed the shaving cream and Nair away, reveled in my slippery sleekness for a minute, then set to work on my pubic hair with comb, scissors, and razor to shape up this bush between my legs. I used a soapy rag to wash my large round breasts, and the rest of my body. While this body is not going to be mine forever, I will keep it clean and in shape for Lois's return.

After I showered, I applied a moisturizer all over, and felt how smooth that made my body feel. I recognized that I had screwed up and washed my hair, which would take some time to dry. I brushed it some as I ran a hairdryer and got it partially dry.

I opened a drawer and removed a pair of panties. A woman's panties are so different from a man's undershorts. At first, I couldn't figure out where the front of the panties was. I looked in the drawer at the other panties. She had all types. Some were lace, some very sexy feeling satin and there were even some plain old cotton. I had never thought about panties before, but now I realized that they are designed to be sexy, by the way they hug a woman's shape and the way they feel.

Then I went to bed, wearing only the panties. Her satin sheets feel so strange and yet so wonderful to my skin. The softness of the panties and sheets feel good against my skin, even though I didn't want to admit it. I rolled over a couple of times just to feel them tickle my skin. I discover that I can't sleep on my belly because of the breasts and have to lie on my side. After such an event filled day, I finally fell asleep.

All of these new strange emotions that I am feeling. I fell asleep instantly, because I was exhausted.

Chapter 6 - Nancy moves in

I woke with strong cramps. I had never experienced a cramp before and didn't know what it was, much less what was causing it. I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight entering through the window. I threw the covers off of my bed and seeing the breasts woke me up. I could feel the extra weight of the breasts as I sat up, and a brushing against my back and neck from the long hair. Now I remembered what happened and it was not a bad dream. I am really in Lois' body.

I looked between my legs and only saw a mound of damp hair behind some blood soaked panties. It took a few moments to realize that I was now in a woman's body and going through that most deadly curse that only women are familiar with. As I got out of bed, I saw where my menstrual period had started while I was asleep and those stained sheets would have to be washed. As I sat on the commode, I looked at my messy and sticky panties around my ankles. I don't know how women accept this every month. I thought about my new body again, and what it was now doing to me. Here was this opening between my legs which insisted on discharging this bloody fluid day and night.

I feel a strong urge to cry. I resist the strong urge to just sit down and to let myself bawl. I know that it is nothing more than the female hormones controlling my emotions and I must maintain control of who I am and what I have to do.

I clean myself up and then find a box of Tampax tampons, and a package of Kotex sanitary napkins under the medicine cabinet. I am not sure which one to use, so I gamble on the Tampax. I look at the little tube applicator and experiment until I get one in. Then I take another shower to wash away that sticky unclean feeling.

I dry off and put on a bathrobe. It is 10:30 and I am starved. I go into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. As Superman, I could eat or not eat just as easy, with no discomfort. And coffee, drugs, beverages, cigarettes or alcohol did not affect me. As I brewed the coffee, I felt a very strange desire for the coffee. It is so unusual to be a human and to feel these desires and sensations.

I fixed a sandwich and while I was looking for the silverware, found a carton of cigarettes and an ashtray. I stared at the cigarettes and felt a desire to smoke one. I do not smoke because it would have no effect on me and was not aware that Lois smoked. But looking at these cigarettes, I feel a strong desire to try one.

I lit one and felt the warm air fill my lungs and relax me. I needed this relaxation because I did not know if I could handle this damn period. As I sat at the table drinking my coffee and smoking my cigarette, I felt the rush that these stimulants were giving my body. Now I knew how people could get hooked on these products.

As I was finished my sandwich, the doorbell rang. I looked at myself to make sure that nothing was exposed that shouldn't be and walked into the living room. Before I opened the door, I peered through the peep hole and saw a young woman that I didn't recognize.

I opened the door and she said "Hi, Lois. I am Nancy Johnson. Luthor asked me to come by and help you."

"I don't understand." I said.

She smiled and said "Can I come inside?"

I stepped aside and she walked in, pulling a rolling suitcase. She was about my height and appeared to be about my same size. She was dressed casually, wearing only jeans and a tight fitting blouse. She dropped the line for the suitcase and said "I smell coffee. May I join you in a cup while I explain."

Then she walked into the kitchen without waiting on me. I followed her and watched as she poured a cup. I re-filled my cup and sat down across from her. She looked at the still burning cigarette in the ashtray and smiled as she said "I have worked for Luthor on some very special and delicate projects. Nothing illegal, but always something that required my special skills. I was a little surprised when he called me last night and asked me to teach you how to be a woman."

"Whoa. Wait a minute. I don't agree with that proposal." I said; not knowing who she was or if I should trust her. If she is connected to Luthor, that is a major strike against accepting help from her, much less letting her into my apartment.

"Go look at yourself in the mirror and then tell me that. I know who you really are and what Luthor did to you. I know that you don't know the first thing about being a woman. I also know that you don't want to be in that body, but you are going to be there for at least 30 days. During that 30 days, you are Lois Lane and you have to live as her. What are you going to do about work? Let her get fired? Hell no, you are going to get dressed and go to work as Lois. What are you going to do when her friends come over and want to know why your make-up is wrong and your clothes are not coordinated. Lois Lane was a lady and knew how to look and act. You would not be taking care of her lifestyle if you did not maintain the same standard that she set for herself." stated Nancy; with a very positive tone in her voice.

She didn't ask as she removed one of the cigarettes from the pack and lit it. She blew a small smoke cloud to the side as she handed me the pack. I picked up my own cigarette from the ash tray and said "I had not considered that it would be so difficult to become someone else."

"It's not. The difficulty is in learning skills and techniques that are only acquired by a lifetime of living that role. I can't see under the table, but I will bet that you are sitting with your legs spread wide open and no panties on." she declared, with a faint smile on her lips.

I changed position slightly as I realized that she was correct. She continued "And look at your hair. It's a mess. It may be clean, but you didn't brush it while it was still wet. Now that it's drying in that shape, it will stick up no matter what you do. And what do you know about putting on lipstick? Which colors go with your eye shadow and clothes? Have you tried to put on a bra yet? And what are you going to do when you get your first period? Bleed all over the sheets or your lover?"

I blushed and took a sip of coffee. She caught the reaction and asked "Has your period started?"

"Yes, sometime during the night. My bed is a mess." I replied, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole bloody mess.

"You will get used to them. And you will quickly learn to recognize the little changes in your body that warn you. Did your breasts feel tight and swollen?" she asked as she patted my hand on the table.

I sighed and nodded my head.

She smiled and said "Just think; every woman in the world with a uterus has had the same problem. And you are the first person that was born a man that experienced that very unique sensation. You may not believe this, but you actually kind of miss it when it doesn't happen on schedule."

"I will never miss it." I responded as I put out my cigarette.

"When it's happened to you all your life, you get used to it and use it as an inner clock. And, of course, when it doesn't happen and you are expecting it, it's pure panic because you have to worry about being pregnant. I am sexually active and it worries me when I am a week late or so. It happens all the time because there are so many things that can throw a woman off her cycle. You learn to not let it interfere with your life. If it is really bad sometimes, you do little errands or house clean. But, usually, you don't let it interfere with you at all. One of the great secrets that a woman keeps from men is that she's having her period. With a little practice and carrying tampons with you, you learn to feel it and don't get paranoid about accidents anymore. While you are learning how to live with a period, don't wear light colored clothes or tight slacks." she declared as she pushed the pack of cigarettes over to me. I looked at the pack and then lit another one.

She continued "You can have sex with a man while you are having your period. Most men don't get turned off when they are about to get a little pussy. There's a few squeamish guys but not many. I've started my period while I had a lover inside me, or been sleeping on top of him and left a puddle on him in the morning. The only bad things about that are the embarrassment and problems with doing oral sex on each other."

I was feeling a good buzz from the smoke and coffee. My skin felt so alive and I knew that she was right. I did need help to temporary live Lois's life. But do I need her help? Should I trust her?

"Luthor got me into this mess. Why should I trust him or you?" I asked.

"Who are you going to trust? I am here to offer my services. If you don't want me, I will leave. I only ask that you give me a chance to show you why you need me. I will show you how to be soft and feminine and what it is like to be a young modern woman. You need me to do everything for you. I want you to learn to be independent and able to do for yourself. I can't put your makeup on forever. I enjoy being a woman and will show you how to also learn how to enjoy that special feeling that only a woman can have. And it is not sexual either. There is something very nice about being soft, pretty, and feminine." she said.

I hesitated and she smiled and said "A two day trial period."

I nodded my head. She stood and said "Finish your cigarette and then join me in the bathroom."

Without another word, she walked out leaving me in the kitchen. When I finished my second cigarette, I walked into the bathroom. The room was warm and humid from the bathwater that she was running. The bath was full of bubbles and a nice sweet smell came from the soapy suds.

She laid a towel on the commode lid and put a razor, some shaving cream, and a fresh Tampax on the towel. She said "While I clean up the kitchen, you undress and climb into this nice hot bath. Just relax and let the heat restore the energy to your body. And before you get out, shave your legs and under your arms. You may not have to shave your face daily now, but you will have to shave your legs."

After she shut the door, I removed the robe and climbed into the bath. I have always taken a shower and never felt clean taking a bath. Relaxing in the tub, I discovered that the purpose of a bath was not to clean, but to relax. My skin felt so soft and alive from the bath oils and heat.

I dried off and replaced my Tampax. I wasn't sure how to get rid of the old one and took a chance by flushing it down the commode.

I put the bathrobe back on and Nancy knocked before she entered the bathroom. She said "Let me show you how to dry your hair. You have reasonably short hair for a woman and only need to brush it out so that there are no tangles as you blow dry." Nancy stood behind me at the dressing table and talked to me as she ran her brush through what I considered to be a long mane of hair after being used to my short masculine haircut.

After she dried my hair, I followed her into the bedroom. She had laid out a pair of dark nylon panties with lace on the front and riffles on the leg bands; a lacy bra and a pair of silky pantyhose. She asked "Have you worn pantyhose before?"

"No." I replied.

"You don't want to get into and out of them more than you have to. Especially when you haven't had much practice. There's no fly, and you need to pee before you put them on. I picked your clothes because we might as well start with the most feminine clothes and these are something that Lois really wears. Now there is no here but us girls, so drop that robe and let me help you get dressed."

I hesitated a moment and then did as she instructed. She walked around me as she looked at me and then she handed me the bra. Remembering the difficulty that I had last night, I started the same method. She said "Bend over and let your breasts hand straight down to get them to fit in there correctly."

I did as she suggested and found that it was a better fit and did not pinch as much as it had last night. "This bra's too tight, I think", I said.

"Good, then it is the correct size. With tits as big and nice as yours, you have to have the correct support." she replied as she handed me the lace panties, which were easy but the pantyhose took a little extra time. It wrapped itself smoothly around my body, and made me feel a little stiff when bending my knees. I had never considered how pantyhose felt with it's gentle squeeze everywhere. When I finished, she gave me a white cotton half-slip with very delicate lace trim at the bottom.

The blouse and skirt outfit that Nancy picked for me was simple, but showed my curves in a stylish manner. I looked at myself in the mirror, and noticed how well the dress fit. It was a simple knit dress, with matching low heel pumps. Over my left shoulder she had draped a designer scarf. The feel of these clothes was a bit strange but they looked nice on me. She said "High heels are on the agenda for tomorrow. Now sit down while I apply a little make-up. With your face, you don't need too much. We will talk about the colors later."

I sat at the vanity, but the skirt bunched up under me.

"No, stand again," Nancy instructed. "You have to smooth the skirt down under you before you sit."

She proceeded to file my nails and then gave them a coat of red polish. While the nail polish dried, I watched in the mirror as she applied my make-up. She plucked a few of my stray eyebrows and applied some pencil lightly. Then she applied a foundation. She did my eyes using a black eyeliner, then some eyeshadow and finally mascara to lengthen the lashes. She was very careful with my lips, using a pencil to first define them, then red lipstick and a gloss over the top. She also applied it to her lips, as she applied it to mine. She handed me a napkin and showed me how to blot the lipstick. I was amazed at how a little make-up could transform the face that I though that I had gotten used to. This was a new but familiar face staring back at me.

She lightly sprayed me with perfume and placed a delicate gold chain around my neck. As she put the chain around my neck, her arms brushed against my breasts, touching them just lightly enough to send a ripple of very pleasurable electricity through my body. I felt my cheeks suddenly burn as I realized that small touch resulted in my nipples stiffening under the bra. I barely felt her place the pierced earrings on my ears and put a bracelet on my arm. It was all I could do to not tremble as her fingers brushed my bare skin. Her gentle stroke was enough to stir deep, unfamiliar emotions within my new body. I felt a unfamiliar dampness and I could not bite back a gasp. Our eyes locked, and at that moment, I wanted to make love to her. Nancy just gave a little smile and she touched my cheeks lightly, just brushing against my skin with a most delicate touch. Then she walked behind me and ran a quick brush through my hair and fluffed it just a little as she added a quick spray to hold it in place.

I didn't say a word as I followed her over to the full length mirror where she made some final adjustments to my skirt and hair. The reflection was a bit shocking! It was the Lois Lane that I knew and remembered, not the naked woman who I stared at last night. Luthor was right. I have to live as Lois because no one would ever recognize me as Superman now.

I will never forget those first few moments in front of that mirror. If there was any doubt that I was inhabiting Lois's body, it was gone now.

Nancy quietly said "You are very fortunate in winding up in that body. No matter how bad your makeup skill is or your poor clothes coordination, that body will look terrific. Most women have to really work to look passable. How does it feel to be a girl?"

"I can't explain it. I feel so different. Not am I having to deal with losing my superpowers but the gender change also compounds my difficulty."

I watched as she changed clothes. Her blouse hung open in a V to just below her breasts. While we talked, she stripped down to a pair of plain white panties and a white demi-bra. Then she selected something out of Lois's closet and tried it on. She asked my opinion how it looked and when I told her that I really didn't like it, she laughed and said that she didn't either. She put on another outfit and this looked better.

I don't know how I let her talk me into leaving the apartment. We went to a local restaurant. As we walked along the street, I felt men look at me and stare at me.

She led me into the restaurant and selected a table where we were on display to anyone walking by. I felt a little embarrassed and awkward but she said "No one but you and I know that you were a man only yesterday. And every woman in this place wishes that she looked as good as you do. Every man wants to get into your panties, even if they have to share the limited space with a Tampax. So relax and enjoy your lunch. When are you going to work, Lois?"

It was only the second time that she had called me Lois. I took a deep breath and said "I need at least two days of getting used to being her before I face that crowd. They are very rough and I have to have my act down perfect."

"We will start slow and do typical girl things, but it isn't going to take long. You look so beautiful and so feminine." Then she smiled as she asked "How does it feel to have breasts and to have men ogle you as you walk?".

"It's scary. I feel as if everyone should know that I am really a man in this body but when I see them look at me, I know that they are looking at a woman." I replied.

The rest of the day was a rush. I had thought that we would go back to the apartment after lunch, but she dragged me to a mall, where we tried on clothes. I looked at dresses, shirts, blouses, belts, and even hats. With every outfit, I would parade through the dressing room, walking and turning like a model, as Nancy pointed out how the looked on me. I twisted and turned as I looked at myself in the mirror as I explored the many different ways that a simple clothing could change my appearance. At Nancy's urging, I purchased a dress on Lois's credit card.

The more we knocked around, the more comfortable I became in my new identity. I had to remember how to sit in a ladylike fashion. I soon found that I was enjoying the click clack of my heels on the pavement and the occasional glimpse of my reflection in the shop windows. I was beginning to feel at ease and noticed that I had started swinging my hips as I walked. I found myself mimicking some of Nancy's more feminine motions, such as the way that she moved her arms as she talked. And the way that she smiled and expressed emotion with almost every sentence. As a man, I always had a very stoic face and allowed very little expression. As we relaxed our tired feet in a bar, Nancy commented on how relaxed I looked.

"I feel better. Thank you for your help and insistence this morning that I needed help. I know that I should be worried about what I need to be doing to get my body back, but every motion and gesture seemed to send a chill of excitement through me. I don't know how to explain how I feel. When I saw a fully dressed and made-up face staring back at me, I realized that I was really a woman. I guess that is when I realized how convincingly feminine I was accomplishing every movement. All of my senses were totally heightened and aware of everything feminine." I said.

"Be honest," she asked with a whisper, leaning over to stare straight into my eyes. "Isn't the feeling of nylon, along with the satin panties, right next to your skin very enjoyable??"

I thought about it for a moment and it did feel nice. I nodded my head.

"I knew they would. And you will get very used to that tight feeling from your bra. I know it sounds funny, but as you get used to wearing one, it also feels good." she laughed.

After we ordered our wine, she hinted "You might want to check your flow and change your napkin. Make sure that you use the Women's bathroom or you might give some man an unexpected thrill to talk about in the office."

I went to the bathroom and found an empty stall. I did need to change and then struggled through pulling the pantyhose back up in place. As I washed my hands, I fluffed my hair and applied some fresh lipstick.

When I got back to the table, the wine was waiting. She smiled and said "I was wondering if you would apply a little fresh lipstick. Let me have one of your cigarettes."

I opened the purse and removed the cigarettes. As I looked at them, I said "I have known Lois for years and until this morning, I never knew that she smoked."

Nancy lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I took it as she lit another one for herself, then she said "You thought that you knew everything about Lois and now you discover that you didn't. So will the people that see you as Lois. If some little thing is different, they will accept it and go on. You know enough about her to fool everyone except her husband, if she had one. And then you might be able to fool him also."

As I let the warm rush of the smoke fill my lungs and combine with the wine, I felt very comfortable with my masquerade so far. While I would miss my superpowers, I would be able to live temporary as a woman. Only problem is, could I live and work as Lois?

I sipped my wine and looked at the lipstick stains I left on the glass as Nancy continued "Have you ever thought about what it is like to have sex as a woman? To feel a warm, live cock thrust into your most sensitive and private places? To have a wet set of lips sucking on your nipples and to feel your body turn all wet and squishy inside? Before you go back to being Superman, you have to experience that wonderful feeling."

"I can't. Luthor told me that my sexual sensations had been modified so that I will turn into a nymphomaniac. If I get where I enjoy it too much, it might be difficult to go back to my body." I replied as I ignored a man trying to catch my eye.

Nancy looked around and saw the man. She said "It might be worth it. If Luthor offered to increase my sexual sensations, I would accept it without a second thought. I thought that you liked the attention and admiration of the men watching you today."

"I did, but I can't take that risk. You might want to live as a woman for the rest of your life, but I can't. And it worries me to know that she left in my body, leaving me unconscious and has not bothered to check up on me in the last twenty-four hours. That is not like Lois." I said, with a frown on my face.

"That could be because she is no longer Lois. Just as you are not Superman now. Luthor had a strong dynamic personality and she might not be able to control the emotions that she is experiencing in your former body. Speaking of Luthor, I understand the change in him has been quite dramatic. He has bought a curly wig and had his ear pierced; and has got a male lover." she said.

I laughed and she laughed with me. I like her. I trust her. Under other circumstance, I would try to have sex with her. That is, if I could.

Chapter 7 - No longer in control of myself

Back at the apartment, I relaxed. Walking around all day can be tiring and I was not used to being tired. Nancy fixed us both a drink and we sat on the couch, with our feet propped up, not looking very lady-like. Then she opened her purse and removed a small plastic bag. She opened the bag and removed a hand-rolled cigarette. As she lit it, I recognized the smell and said "Sorry, but drugs are not for me."

She took a deep puff and then said in a very husky voice "Good, it means more for me. And someday when you are Superman again, you can wonder what this does to the body. Too bad that you want to pass up the opportunity to explore a new sensation. When you are in a body that could sample it and experience it. Too bad. You might have gained a little insight into why people take drugs. Too bad."

I looked at the smile on her face and knew that she was egging me on. And I had just enough drink already to accept her challenge. I took the smoke from her and imitated the way that she inhaled it. Almost instantly, this warm flush filled my body and the tension eased out of my body. All of my senses were awakened and I felt very alive. She laughed and took another pull before handing it back to me. After my second pull, she said "Well?"

I was looking at my fingernails as if this was the first time that I had ever seen them. I knew that they were not my real fingernails but I had seen them enough to be used to seeing her long fingernails and slender fingers. For some strange reason, the nails appeared so long and I wondered how I had made it through the day without breaking one. I eagerly accepted the joint again and by the time that we finished it, we were both giggling and having the best time of our life. I feel good. I feel very sexy. I feel very warm. I listened to her words in what seemed like slow motion. My eyes were focused on her lips and I watched each word form as she said it.

Then Nancy spoiled it. She lifted my hands and brought them to her lips. With an aching slowness, she placed my index finger into her warm, wet mouth and lathered it with her tongue, suckling gently as a baby. I groaned as I felt a very strong unfamiliar answering pull from my groin. She slowly transferred her attentions to another finger. As she tasted, licked and sucking it, I felt myself get wet between my legs. And I knew it wasn't pee.

She put her arms around me and pulled me to my feet. I could not resist her. I had lost all willpower and control over my body. She was moving my body as if I was a clothes dummy. I just stood there as she unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. Then my skirt dropped around my ankles. She put my hands on her zipper as my hands moved of their own violation. I watched almost from a third party sense as my hands unfastened her belt and let her slacks drop to the floor.

I felt her spread open my legs with her warm leg. Her bare skin rubbing against the panty hose felt so exotic. As I stood there, her hands were rubbing against the cleft of my buttocks. My breathing came in quick gulps. She paused just long enough to remove her bra and place my hand on her hard nipple. I bit my lip hard as I tried to maintain some control. I had no will power to resist as my new hot blooded female sensuality took over.

"Please." I stammered. "I can't do this with you."

"And why not?" she interrogated, knowing the answer and not caring what this could do to me. Slowly she let her hands guide my hand as it caressed her breasts. I noticed how hard her dark-brown nipples had become in response to my touch. "You know you want me. You want me as much as I want you."

"Yes. I want you." My hot blood took over and forced me to bend my face towards hers for a deep, soul-searching kiss. We kissed a long kiss and she pulled away from me to turn on the stereo.

She put on some slow music and we danced. I was amazed at how well our bodies blended into each other. I was rubbing my mound against her mound and her tongue was in my mouth.

Without realizing what was occurring, we melted into each other arms on the floor. As we laid on the carpet, she finished undressing me and I undressed her. As we rolled on the carpet, I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to do everything with her. As I sucked on her boob, I saw that she was tanned all over, with no tell-tell lines.

I enjoyed her tongue on my breasts. My nipples were hard as were her nipples. Her areaola were very dark and her nipples were puffy. which I liked. When she got sexually aroused, her nipples were like small mounds on her generous C cup boobs. My nipples were very tender and it was difficult to recognize the difference between the effects of the period and what she was doing to me.

She stopped and lit another joint that we started smoking, but as soon as I took my first deep drag, I knew that I didn't need anymore. I wanted to fuck her but I couldn't.

I whimpered "Please don't. I have to stop."

She took a deep drag and put her lips on my lips. With just a little effort, she opened my lips with her tongue and slowly blew more of the smoke into my mouth. I pulled her closer to me and one of my fingers found her open and wet vagina. As we kissed and I finger-fucked her, I was in heaven. I have never had an experience like this. I could have fucked her forever.

As I pulled her hand to my vagina, she said "No, later. I have other more pleasant surprises for you."

She rolled over and reached under the couch where she pulled out a dildo which she must have hid earlier. I knew that she was maneuvering me but I did not care that she set this situation up and wanted her to do whatever she wanted to do to me.

With a wicked smile on her face, she put on the large, thick, black strap on dildo. Then as she rubbed one of her boobs in my face, she said "Beg me. Tell me what you want."

I was drooling with delight wanting her. I said "Fuck me, fuck me."

Her lips found my rosy nipples which were sticking straight out. With her skilled tongue and mouth, she bit down tenderly driving me wild as the tender pain flashed through my body. Although it was pain, I wanted more and she knew it. She continued to tease my nipples with soft bites and tugging which caused me to gasp in soft moans. My breasts were becoming more swollen and sensitive as her arousal of me continued.

Her finger was stroking my clit and my body was jerking with excitement. I knew that a heavy stream of pussy juice mixed with my blood, was flowing out of my vagina, down my ass onto the carpet. With a deft movement, she removed my Tampax and started massaging my clitoris with two fingers. When she touched me, a white flash of lightening stuck me and for a moment I thought that I had died. Every nerve in my body was tingling and I could not move or think. I barely remember her thumb gently spreading my swollen lips apart.

Then her mouth released my nipple and quickly moved down between my inner thigh kissing and biting as her tongue found the way to my quivering womanhood. When Nancy's tongue touched my clit, I grabbed her head and screamed as I pulled her face deeper into me. My body was jerking and I was almost in convulsions as every nerve and muscle in my body reacted to this very sensitive touch and I had my very first orgasm.

When I quit shaking and jerking, Nancy resumed her teasing. She expertly flicked her tongue in and out of my two newly discovered very sensitive spots. I was bouncing my pelvis up and down as my legs were wrapped around her head, squeezing her deeper into me. She pulled away from me and commanded me to roll over. I couldn't move. I was shaking too much and my body was still rocking from the series of orgasms that had roared through my senses.

When I didn't move, she rolled me over and pulled my ass up into the air. Before I could fall over, she spread my legs and started stroking the dildo against my clit. When she did that, I couldn't move. I couldn't fall over if I wanted to.

Nancy knew how to use a dildo. She inched the hard shaft up and down the length of my slick slit. Then she held onto the middle of the thick shaft and glided into my wet and waiting vagina. Another lightening bolt hit my body as I shuddered with delight again. The thick long shaft went deep into me and I welcomed it's intrusion. I thrust my ass up to take more of it and felt it as it moved within me from that slight movement. I remember someone screaming and Nancy told me later that it had been me.

Nancy started with a very slow and precise rocking rhythm as she pounded the 10 inch shaft to the hilt into me. As she fucked me, she reached around me and wet her finger with some of the juice draining from me. She rubbed her now wet finger against my anus and inserted her finger in my anus as she continued humping me. I screamed again as my body went through another series of delightful shudders.

Drool was oozing out of my mouth and my fingernails were digging deep into the carpet to hold me up and in position. I could feel my toes curl and knew that I never wanted her to stop. I wanted to die with that dildo humping my ass because I knew that I would die happy.

I felt one of Nancy's hands reach around and tug on my nipples. Without missing a stroke, her other hand found my clit and started flicking it with gentle strokes. I couldn't control myself anymore. I started jerking so hard that we fell over. When I quit jerking, the dildo had pulled out of me and she was laughing at me. I quickly assumed the position and guided the dildo back into me. Within a second, we were back into the same wonderful rhythm.

I experienced more orgasms and felt Nancy as she experienced her own series of orgasms. My juice all gushing all over my legs and stomach as it flowed down my heaving body. As I had another strong series of orgasms, she pulled the dildo out and I couldn't resist because of the shaking that my body was experiencing. When my breathing slowed down and I could talk again, I said "Again, please."

She kissed me softly and said "Tomorrow's another day and we have all of the time in the world."

I fell asleep in her arms lying naked on the floor.

Sometime during the night, I woke up and thought about what had just occurred to me. I had been fucked. And I enjoyed it and wanted more. I could not get enough of it. Nancy was lying beside me. She must have brought a couple of pillows and a blanket in to cover us, because I didn't. As I laid there, feeling her naked warmth flow into my body, I smelled the still heavy and wonderful smell of our pussy juice in the room. I had to bite my lip because I was getting aroused just from lying there on the carpet with her naked body next to mine. I leaned over and softly kissed her cheek. As I laid back down, she whispered "I have never had sex with anyone that I enjoyed as much as I enjoyed that."

I curled next to her and let her put one of her legs over me as I felt the warmth from her still damp pubic hair rub against me. I still couldn't speak.

I woke up with a smile on my face. Nancy was wearing the dildo and was gently stroking it between my legs. The next hour was pure heaven. When we finally stopped, my body was flushed and I was breathing very hard. I looked at the dildo that she was still wearing. It's black shaft was coated with my pussy juice and blood.

She helped me to the bathroom and ran a relaxing bath for me. As I soaked in the luxury of the warm bath and felt some of my strength flow back into me, she brought me a cup of coffee and a cigarette. I looked closely at the smoke because I could not handle the way that a joint affected my body.

After she helped me dry off, we walked into the kitchen naked. It was noon and we were just now getting up. As I wolfed down my food, she said "I had a hell of a time getting the stains and smell out of the carpet. But it was worth it. I really enjoyed last night. Didn't I tell you that sex as a woman was much better than as a man."

"I wouldn't know. I never had sex as a man." I replied.

She dropped her cigarette and said "Superman was a virgin? The most desirable hunk of manhood in the world who could get any woman, was a virgin?"

I sighed deeply and said "I could never trust myself with anyone. With my superpowers, it would be easy to hurt someone. If I ejaculated within someone, it would have the same effect as a shotgun going off in a vagina. The first time that I masturbated as a kid, I put a hole through the ceiling and the roof. My parents thought a meteorite had hit the house."

"Holy shit. I never thought about that. So what did you do for sexual relief?" she asked.

"I tried to channel my sexual energy into my work. When I couldn't go any longer, I would go to a foreign world and jack off." I said.

She leaned back and laughed as I stared at her perfect boobs and nipples. Then she smiled and said "I have some grocery shopping to do if I am going to stay here for awhile. When your period is over, I want to show you how wonderful it is to make oral love to a woman."

I could only stare as her wonderful ass bounced out of the room. When I finished my breakfast and walked into the bedroom, she was almost dressed. She slowly walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders as her lips seeked mine. My naked pelvis pressed against her as I moved her hands to my breasts. I wanted her.

She pulled away and in her very sexy husky voice whispered "Promise me that you will go to work tomorrow morning as Lois Lane and I will fuck you when I come home."

Chapter 8 - The new Lois goes to work

We got up early and she helped me dress and put on my make-up. Although we had practiced my make-up skills, she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for this first morning.

I took a deep breath as I got out of the taxi outside the Daily Planet building. I felt the tightness of the bra cut into me as my lungs expanded my ribcage. Then I pushed through the door.

As I got off of the elevator, Jimmy walked by and said "Welcome back. Stay away from the Chief. He is pissed at Clark over something."

I nodded and walked to her desk although I wanted to sit down at Clark's desk. Clark's desk was across the aisle and I could see where I used to sit. On the typewriter, was a simple note saying "On Leave".

As I put my purse in the drawer, Perry White stuck his head out and yelled "Welcome back. Now where the hell is that story you owe me?" Then he slammed the door.

I started typing and immediately noticed that my fingers were not as fast as I expected them to be. I looked down at the key-board and discovered that although I knew where every key position was, that I almost had to learn to type again. Typing with long nails is very different. It seemed a little erotic to stare at these beautiful hands with long, perfectly painted nails dancing on a computer keyboard. As I typed for the next hour, several people came by and said various chit chat which I responded to. I had to be very careful how I positioned myself when I retrieved files from the lower drawers of the cabinet. There always was some leg show, but I managed to keep my panties from showing.

I was concentrating on the article when Henry Williams sat down on my desk.

"Hi, good looking. I have two tickets to the boxing match on Saturday night." he said.

"No, thank you." I replied, feeling an instant dislike for him. While I knew him when I was Clark, something about his attitude toward me now as Lois turned my stomach.

He smiled a greasy smile and said "The wife is out of town for a couple of weeks and I have my liberty pass. Why don't you and I go out to dinner tonight and talk about the boxing match?"

I stood up and accidentally spilled my coffee in his lap. He did take the hint on that.

My hands were hurting from the typing and I needed to go to the bathroom. Standing up and smoothing out the skirt of my dress, I opened my drawer and removed my purse. The heels felt almost natural now but I still had to concentrate on watching where I stepped with those narrow heels, which seemed to find holes in the floor. I have to concentrate and remember to walk with shorter steps, while I hold myself straight and point the toe. At first, I was afraid to put weight on the heel but then I discovered it wouldn't break.

I walked into the Women's bathroom and opened my purse. There was no emergency Tampax in there. I looked on the wall and there was a machine. I put some quarters in and it was empty. I walked back out into the office and looked around. I walked over to Mary Clark's desk and quietly said "Mary, I have a problem. I forgot my Tampax."

She winked and opened one of her file cabinets. She took something out and handed it to me. I slipped it into my pocket and kept my hand covering it. I smiled and returned to the bathroom where I replaced my Tampax. I was relieved to notice that it wasn't as bloody as they had been, so I must be getting over my period. At the sink, I re-applied my lipstick and brushed a wayward curl back behind my ear, feeling my long earrings swing as my manicured fingers brushed against them.

The rest of the morning was rough. The mayor called a press conference and Perry sent me to the conference. Then I had to argue with the legal counsel over a story that Lois was working on. By the time the work day was over, I was wore out. How do humans do this day after day?

One amazing thing that I noticed later in the morning, was the size of Perry White. I have been around him for years and never really noticed that he was a big man. When I was Superman, I was the same height and carried some weight myself, so Perry's size never sunk in. Now that I am in Lois's more petite body, his weight is very apparent. And I had always considered Jimmy Olson to be small, but I see now that we are the same height. I had never considered Lois to be small, but living in her body, I see that I have to get used to the height difference also.

I have almost adjusted to the balance difference, with these big boobs hanging from my chest.

When I got opened the door to the apartment, I saw Nancy on the patio. She was laying naked on her back on a lounger. Her hard body was glistening in the sunlight, coated in slippery suntan oil and her body appeared dark and inviting. As I shut the door, I could see that her eyes were closed and she was playing with herself. Her long legs were spread across the arms of the lounger and she was grunting softly as her hands played with her body.

I watched one hand stroke her gleaming breasts, and roll the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers; while her other hand was stroking her slit.

I stared and felt my own body react. I was wet inside and my knees were weak. As I removed my blouse and let it fall on the floor, I watched as she pumped her pussy with one hand while the other twisted her nipple. Her breasts were hard and swollen and glistened with the suntan lotion.

As I removed my skirt, she sat up and saw me. She smiled and removed her finger from her pussy and slowly put it into her mouth as she licked her juice from her finger. Then she stood and walked slowly across the room to me, knowing that my eyes were focused on her beautiful boobs bouncing over her flat belly.

"I have been waiting on you and thinking about you. Would you like to make love in a new and special way?" she asked in that very wonderful, husky sexy voice as she handed me a drink.

I nodded and let her undress me. Then she let me into the bedroom. My pussy was already wet and wanting her.

She oiled my breasts and chest, and legs and groin, then, teased my erect nipples. She let a soft stream of oil ooze down my ass and then watched it trickle down the crack and between the soft, pouting pussy lips below.

She removed my Tampax and looked at it as she threw it away. She said "You are clean. Your first period is over. Good, because when I eat pussy, I like to have my pussy ate also."

As she rubbed me, my heart was pounding with desire, wanting her. She took her time and let her hand slid across my pussy ever so lightly, causing me to shudder with anticipation.

I spread my legs as she slid her hand down my ass crack and then directly over my pussy mound. She rubbed the flat of her hand up and down my cunt mound, stroking my already lubricated mound with more and more pressure. She pressed with her middle fingers, letting them sink slowly in between my pussy lips which caused a lighting flash for me as my body shook. My new, very sensitive network of female nerves glowed and electrified with the pleasure signals arising from the stimulation of my pussy, and I wanted more. Much more.

Two of her fingers went in to the knuckles as she pumped them in and out. My pelvis was humping to meet her fingers as she squeezed my clit between her fingers and thumb while her tongue lovingly explored every inch of my female mound, centering every few moments on the one spot that was most sensitive of all.

I felt a wave of pleasure flow through my body and knew that she was sucking and orally massaging my clitoris with her experienced tongue.

I reached my hand to her pussy and she pushed it away with a smile. I was moaning with desire and agony as I wanted her. I wanted to share my pleasure with her. Her fingers played with me until I came again.

When my shuddering subsided, she gently rolled me over onto my back. She bent and let her tongue flick over my nipple as her lips closed over it and sucked it deep into her warm, wet mouth.

Her breasts were rubbing in small hard circles against my pubic hair and I could feel the nipples pressing into my soft flesh.

Then she slid down and let her tongue spread my mass of pubic hair. I was grunting and bucking my hips upwards to meet that wonderful tongue.

She released me and rolled over on her back and up on the bed as she spread her legs. She whispered "It's my turn and I have a surprise for you."

I rolled over and put my head between her legs. I proceeded to kiss down her leg until I reached the place I was seeking. When I reached it, my tongue languished back and forth across the most sensitive part of her sex and I smiled as she let out a small gasp of delight. I adjusted the pressure as I listened to her constant moaning in response to my showing what I had learned from her. The smell of her and taste of her was so intoxicating that I couldn't control my body. My pelvis was slowly dry humping as I searched the inner recesses of her body with my tongue. It seemed as if I had been waiting for this for so long, and I was trying to make this wonderful moment last. As my tongue was licking her most delicious spot, her legs wrapped around my head, holding me prisoner. But I didn't care. As I lapped her, I felt strong hands touch my ass and spread my legs. I couldn't see where these hands were coming from and faintly heard Nancy's voice say "It's all right. This is Ralph and he is the surprise that I promised you."

I felt him spread my legs and pull my hips up as his hard cock rubbed against my legs. I shuddered with that contact. A warm, real cock is so much more wonderful than a cold piece of plastic.

His cock was sticking hard straight out and bumping against my clit as he shifted his cock so it slipped into the crack of my ass, and rode up and down along the crack.

He was gripping my hips to hold them still while he stroked the cock up and down my body, although I wanted it deep inside me. My head was still smothered between her legs and my tongue was licking and sucking for all it could reach.

Then his cock found my vagina, and he pushed slowly, easing in a little until he was all the way in. I felt nothing for a moment and then felt something so powerful, it made me scream as I experienced my body's release. My vagina began a series of violent, involuntary spasms to induce the culmination of our mating. The feeling was intense, amazing and another series of orgasms raked my body as he pounded me.

He was fucking me fast and hard as Nancy's pussy pounded my face with her own thrusts. I wanted to scream but couldn't because my tongue was so deep inside her. His massive hands and iron grip was intoxicating as his slippery flesh rubbed against my slippery flesh. My body melted and blended into the man behind me. We became one. Within seconds the orgasm that had been building within me intensified as my vaginal muscles locked hard around his cock as it pumped harder and harder into me. I began a rhythmic tightening of my vaginal muscles, gripping his cock like a fist as he pumped in and out. He shoved it in harder and deeper into me with every thrust, holding onto my hips to pull me back hard. Suddenly he got even harder inside me, and straighter, and seemed to fill me even more as he cried out and I felt something warm shoot out of him into the depths of my pussy. He shoved it all the way in and held it there as he spasmed, gasping and shoving. I exploded too and this time, she let me loose and I rolled over onto my back.

As I laid there, I felt him pull me down on the bed and then he rolled on top of me so that his wet and semi-hard cock was in my face as he seeked my pussy with his tongue. I had never done this before or thought about taking a cock into my mouth but I knew what he wanted and what I now wanted as well. I took his cock between my glossy lips that were wet from Nancy's pussy juice. I eased the wonderful cock into my mouth, working its head like a popsicle. As the warm, thick hunk of meat entered my mouth, it came alive. I felt it harden and thicken as he slowly thrust it deep into my mouth. I gently sucked and swirled my tongue against its tip, taking more and more of the growing organ into my mouth with each bob of my head. I turned my head so it could slide down my throat and let him bury it in my throat. Once it reached it's full depth, I started slow pumping with my neck, tasting my own vaginal juices on its slippery surface. His testicles hung down behind the cock, and as the cock plunged into my mouth, they banged against my nose. A growl of ecstasy escaped his lips as I slid my mouth along his cock. I could feel my cheeks cave in from the sucking act.

As I came once again, I wrapped my knees around his head letting his tongue taste my fluids. My hot cum flowed from my pussy as I sucked harder on his cock. He accepted my challenge and probed deeper with his tongue, causing me to shake as he held my pussy in place. I began to gently tickle his balls, which he reciprocated by putting a lip lock on my clit as he sucked. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and looked at its long shaft. It was drenched in my saliva and from it's tip oozed a drop of pre-cum. I licked it and tasted the salty flavor of his cum before I swallowed it again.

I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth and knew that he was getting ready to cum. As he stretched to plunge it even deeper into my throat, I was pulling back so I could enjoy this orgasm in my mouth. I managed to force him almost out of my mouth and kept only the cock head inside as I stroked him with my hand. Then he stopped moving and I waiting for it to cum. I felt the cock head swell within my mouth and then it flooded me. I tried to capture it all and hold it in my mouth. The warm salty taste filled my taste buds as his throbbing and pelvis shaking shook my head. I swallowed most of it and sucked on the cock head as his cum dribbled down my chin. When I pulled his now limp cock out of my mouth, I felt an atom bomb go off inside me. I exploded and had to let go of his cock as I screamed a woman's scream of unbearable ecstasy. A wave of hot fluid gushed from my luxurious vagina as it flowed down the insides of my thighs and merged into the oil on my skin. I had no control over anything.

When my breathing returned to a normal pace, I licked my lips and tasted his cum still on my face.

I licked my hands and face, swallowing his cum as if I had been doing it all my life. I loved the taste of it and knew that I had to have more cum. I have to have sex as a woman and have a cock either in my pussy or mouth. I reached over and found his soft cock. I took his warm, still tasty cock into my mouth and held it, just tasting the cum still on it. Still not satisfied, I licked his balls clean with a greedy tongue then returned to the head of his cock.

I gave it a last kiss, and then fell asleep.

I woke up with Nancy being the only person in bed with me. She was lying on her back and I was half lying across her, with my leg wrapped around her leg. She said "You can't deny it any more. You are a woman. You are my woman. You want me to love you. You want me to share you with my friends and to help you explore your new sexual identity. You are Lois Lane. You want me to stay here with you forever and to help you adapt. You are really a woman now. But I want to hear it from your lips. From your lips that are still coated with dried cum."

I wet my tongue and tasted the salty semen on my lips. I didn't want to say it but I couldn't help myself. As her hand squeezed my nipple, I whispered "yes."

She put my hand between her legs and I felt her warm, wet pussy. She said "I need to hear you say what you want. Out loud in a very clear voice."

I paused as my finger played with her pussy. Then I turned my head and kissed her nipple as I said "I am your woman. Do with me as you desire. I never want you to leave."

She pulled me close and probed inside my mouth with her tongue. My body melted around her and then she whispered in my ear "Who are you? Who do you want to be?"

I knew the answer she wanted and it was one that I wanted also. I whispered back "I am Lois. Now and forever. I can never be anyone else again. I will never leave this wonderful woman's body that I love. He can have my old body and all of those super powers which I don't want anymore."

Chapter 9 - Three weeks later

My nights were pure heaven. I would come home and Nancy would be waiting on me. We either made love every day or I made love to one or more of her friends and her. Most of them were men, but some were women. One night, she had three male friends and I sucked one, while another fucked me. As soon as one would shoot off, I would switch to the one that was resting.

The neighbors started complaining about the screams late at night. I couldn't help it. When that warm wet feeling flowed through my body, I lost all control and became a sex machine and did not stop until I passed out from exhaustion. I was worst than a nymphomaniac. They can stop whenever they want to, but I could not. If I ever wound up somehow in a Marine's barracks on a Friday night, I would still be there for the Monday morning inspection.

What is sex like for me? It's wonderful. Nancy taught me how to masturbate myself early in our relationship. We were laying on the bed and she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. As she circled her clit with her finger, she told me to duplicate her actions. She had me lay on the bed, with my fingers playing with myself. She suggested that my touch had to be very light and casual in the beginning, before my touch got more aggressive and deliberate. I quickly caused a wet spot to appear on my panties. I brushed my hand over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found my moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it, I commenced a circular motion around the my clit with my thumb. The tingles of electricity that I had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as my finger explored the entrance to my cunt. Slowly, instinctively, I began to rotate my hips in a circular motion as I massaged my clit.

Then she showed me how to intensify the sensation. I looked at myself in the mirror as I lick my fingers off one-by-one. Even though my butt is very tight and high, my inner pussylips are very large and just a little loose. When I get turned on, they swell and flower out of my outer labia, wet and pink. My vagina is quite deep and well toned inside. I remember that Ralph said that I was very tight and sleek. I taste slightly sweet, slightly salty, and just wonderful. While I keep my lips spread with my one hand, I take my other hand and lick all the fingers, making sure they are nice and wet enough to stroke my clit with. It doesn't take long for my pussy to clench in agony and ecstasy as I burst into a million tiny pieces.

Then she gave me my present. It was a dildo. I placed the head against my now slippery wet cunt. My already plentiful lubricant allowed it to pop in with a minimum of resistance. I laid back with my legs spread obscenely, with my knees rubbing against my nipples as I worked the cock-like dildo in and out of myself. I humped my hips, allowing the plastic dick to sink into my hole as my hungry cunt swallowed the wonderful piece of plastic. My cunt tightened around the dildo as it buried itself deeply within myself. My pussy made incredible squishing sounds as I milked and lubricated the thing. I played with my breasts as my nipples stood out like miniature bullets; while watching my pussy juices flowing down the shaft vibrating in my cunt. I gasped and bucked my hips. I sweated profusely, as waves of heat flowed through my body. I rolled over on my side, and began thrusting the thing in and out of me at a rapid pace, wanting to bring myself off with a tremendous orgasm. As I pumped it in and out of myself, I felt myself shudder with ecstasy as my juices flowed from my cunt and down the crack of my ass. My vagina spasmed, as my hot, creamy juice flowed and ran down my legs. Needless to say, my hand is a very willing and capable sexual partner.

One night, she refused to have sex with me and left me alone in the apartment. I cried and couldn't go to sleep. I paced the floor and chain smoked every cigarette in the apartment. Just when I was dressing to go find her, she walked back in. I was so glad to see her, that I wanted to cry again. She was wearing a short black crepe cocktail dress that belonged to me. She ignored me as she stepped out of it, then hung it up in the closet. I was determined to not let it show that it hurt me for her to treat me this way. I watched as she took off her high-heeled black sandals, unhooked her black brassiere and then removed her pantyhose and panties. Removing her earrings, watch, and ring she put them in my jewelry chest. She didn't say where she had been, but I could tell that she was high. She laid on the bed and commanded me to come to her by wiggling her finger. I couldn't help myself as I walked over to the bed. She pulled me down on the bed and spun me so that she was sitting on top of me as she gave me a deep French kiss. Then she rolled over and pulled my head between her legs to I could eat her out. I could taste semen mixed in with her pussy juice.

Every night I would fall asleep and wake up in her arms. She would tell me how beautiful I was and how much she liked me like this. She would tell me how happy she was and how much she loved me. I would proclaim my love for her and my desire to always be her woman. She would tease me and make me describe how I felt when I had a cock in my mouth or pussy. She liked hearing me describe how I felt or what I wanted. She knew how to drag the most hidden secret from within me and to expose it to her. She would help me get up, and clean myself up. While I dressed and put on my make-up, she would fix breakfast.

I was getting pretty good at putting on my make-up for different lighting conditions and clothing combinations. And I had finally got used to wearing a bra. I wanted to go without one, but Nancy had me watch myself in a mirror as I moved. Then she reminded me that Lois was a lady. My breasts are big, even heavy, with nipples that are dark red and tend to be erect or at least half erect all of the time. My nipples are very sensitive and it's almost as if they are wired directly to my clit. When my nipples start getting erect, so does my clit. It's about half an inch long and god, is it sensitive.

But I digress again. I also got used to walking in high heels. The first couple of days in high heels, were very dangerous. I would love to meet the man that invented them, because no woman ever would impose that punishment on herself.

I answered the phone one day and it was Lois's mother. I had worried about that, but I pulled it off. She never realized that it was only her daughter's voice that she was hearing and not a stranger.

I would go to work and watch the clock, desiring the time to fly so I could rush home and find my Nancy. I put a picture of her on my desk and told curious people that she was my sister. I got in the habit of picking her previous day's panties out of the hamper and carrying them in my purse. I would go to the backroom and behind the privacy of a stall, smell her and feel a very strong burn inside me. Every call from her thrilled me. I found many reasons to call her and just say hello.

Perry was pleased with my work and eased up on his harassment. But just because I was a woman, I received all sorts of other sexual harassment that I had to accept.

On the weekends, we would go somewhere and check into a resort. We would dress up and parade through the nightclub, letting the men hit upon us. Occasionally, we would let one of them succeed. But most of the time, I dressed for her; just as she dresses for me. I like the feel of her breasts cupped in the clingy, shiny bras she sometimes wears. I like to run my hands up and down her nylon-clad legs. Just touching her gives me a pleasant, tingly feeling. When we are alone, we spend a lot of time just caressing each other.

I love it when she dresses me. As she pulls my panties up, she will rub her nose against my satin panties, as she rubs my pussy through the flimsy negligees. We discovered some leather clothes in the back of Lois's closet, which are tight on my body and feel so good. We found some vinyl items, also. I watched as Nancy struggled to get into a very tight latex mini-skirt. Then she had me apply very strong make-up to her face. She told me to turn her into a slut. So I put the make-up on heavy and strong as she slipped into the knee-high black leather boots and put the Bustier on. Then I put on my teddie as we dance in our darkened living room.

We were flipping through a catalog from Frederick's one night and when I came home the next night, she had purchased the teddies that we both liked. I found that I was a real tease, when I was wearing a evening dress and out on a dance floor.

But I lived for my home life. I lived for the moments that I spent having sex with Nancy. I knew that I was not really Lois, but I wanted to be her. And I would do anything I could to retain this lifestyle and identity. I didn't want to give up my new life. I was hooked on being a woman. I certainly didn't look like a man now, and I had forgotten how to act like one. That's how much I had accepted my new life in this wonderful body.

In my former life, I could never get close to anyone or allow anyone to have an relationship with me. Not only did I have to worry about their safety from other people, but I also had to worry about what I could do them. My sperm could not be stopped by a ordinary mortal vagina's walls. I could suck the skin off of a boob in a flash without realizing what I was doing. It felt very strange to allow someone next to me. To hold me. To kiss me. But the strangest feeling was when I allowed myself to enjoy my feelings and emotions without having to worry about the safety of anyone.

Nancy had hinted to me that she wanted to find someone that could trust and develop a relationship with. Someone like me. But she also wanted to experience the joys of motherhood but could never get pregnant, due to an accident she had as a kid. She asked me how I would feel about getting pregnant and bearing a child that we would both raise. As I thought about having a baby, all sorts of new, warm, fuzzy feelings ran through my body. I could imagine breast-feeding my little baby and watching it as she learned to walk and talk. She aroused all sorts of unknown, new emotions of motherhood with that discussion.

I hadn't seen Luthor since he dropped me off at the apartment and really didn't care if I ever saw him again or not. I was in love and was very happy with whom I had become. If I ever saw him again, I would thank him for sending Nancy to help me.

And I had not seen Superman at all. No one had seen him since that day. And I really didn't care anymore what happened to him. He was gone out of my life and I had a wonderful new life that did not have a Superman in it. Although I had not discussed it with Nancy, I had completely accepted my decision to live my life as Lois Lane, woman reporter.

Luthor was sitting in a lounger chair, as Lennie gave him a manicure. Lennie was dressed in a short slip, bra, panties, garterhose, and high heels. Lennie's hair was styled, with lots of curls and highlights. His face had been carefully made-up, with emphasis on his eyes and lips. He held Luthor's hand as he filed the nails, prior to putting on the clear fingernail polish.

Luthor looked across at his guest as he said "Since I have given up on my criminal activities, I have developed a reputation for sticking to my word. At my last meeting with the Superman - Lois Lane person, I made a mistake and gave my word that I would do something. I have to stick by my word but in this case, I don't want to. That's why I hired you. You have to convince him to accept his fate, just as I have accepted mine."

Nancy smiled as she responded "I think that you can pay me now. The poor little dear, and I do mean dear, is so enthused with her new sexual life, that she will never go back to being a mere superhuman again. She has adapted to her new lifestyle and considers herself to be Lois Lane now. I think that she would allow me to get her pregnant just so that we could be mothers to her baby."

"Don't have time for that now. But we will consider it for later, just to keep her from hounding me after her decision has been cast in stone. When I hired you, I told you that I was looking for someone to give you some assistance on this project and to get her locked into the only decision that she could make. I have found who I want and you can start tonight." said Luthor as he held up the hand that Lennie had just finished applying polish to.

"Is she still putting fresh lipstick on as she goes to sleep?" asked Luthor.

"Yes, she thinks that it helps keep her lips moist while she sleeps." said Nancy.

Luthor opened a drawer and removed a tube of lipstick. He threw it to Nancy and said "Let her use this only while she sleeps. It contains a drug that is a mild hypnotic and is effective for about the first two hours after she applies it. It's absorbed through her lips. Let her put it on tonight and after she falls asleep, give her some suggestions to help our plan. Here is what you need to tell her. She must ......"

Chapter 10 - Mark

As the taxi drives me home, I tried to forget about my day at work. It had been lousy. I wanted to attend the Robertson Murder Trial and do a series of stories on why the former football player murdered his wife. Instead he assigned me to do a follow-up on the lawsuits surrounding the breast augmentation implants. Then he tagged me with collecting the money and buying a gift for Lawanda, who is getting ready to go out on maternity leave. I fumed most of the morning on that one. He has a secretary, but he constantly gives me tasks that I feel are de-meaning, that he does not give to other people.

Don't get me wrong. Perry likes me and I like him, but he has a very sexist attitude. I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling him off. I wonder why I never saw this side of him when I was a man.

But then when I was a man, I didn't know how to enjoy life. Or how to experience pleasure from very simple things, such as giving my lover a shower and feeling how wonderful her squeaky clean body feels.

In the apartment elevator, I took a deep breath and composed myself. I have to be relaxed when I walk through my door.

I opened the door and as it shut, I said "Hi, honey. I am home. What would you like to do for supper?"

A unknown male voice said "Hi, yourself. Anything for supper is good for me."

I walked into the living room. I almost gasped at what I saw. One of the most handsome men that I had ever seen, was standing in my living room, wearing only some exercise shorts. Every muscle on his body was highlighted with a light sheen from where he had been working out in my living room. He had the body of a ancient Roman god, with the face of an angel. His face was beautiful, with smooth tanned skin, set off by sparkling white teeth, sexy blue eyes, and wavy dark brown hair.

He flashed a beautiful smile at me and said in a warm, deep voice "Nancy gave me a key and told me to tell you that she would be late and that we should have supper without her. She also said to tell you that I am the surprise for tonight and that you would know what that means. My name is Mark."

I smiled and said "Hi. Glad to meet you. I am Lois."

He grinned and replied "I got here early and used the time to get my daily workout out of the way. Why don't you get out of those work clothes and let me take you out to dinner? We can get to know each other before Nancy comes home."

I let my eyes wander over to his amazing physique. He was dressed only in a pair of black cotton rugby shorts, and his deeply tanned body rippled with muscle from head to toe. When I was Superman, I though that my body was in very good shape, considering that I did not get the opportunity to really workout; but his excellent muscular build made my body look puny in comparison. I looked at his tree-trunk thighs, where the muscles quivered from his recent exertion, with striations criss-crossing the deep v-shaped separations. As he breathed, his huge, deep chest swelled showing off his massive pecs. His chest had a light coat of chest hair on his pecs that tapered down his belly. His wide shoulders and massive arms dwarfed his tiny waist. He was well over six feet tall, and his overall frame made me feel like a dwarf in this body.

He turned away from me, to pick up a towel on the floor. I watched as his back sprung into life - with every move of his arms, the thick muscles bunched and flexed under his skin. As he bent over, I stared at his tight ass and thick, powerful legs. My nipples were straining to burst from my bra and I already felt that wonderful warm feeling between my legs. I wasn't sure where I was getting myself getting excited by his general appearance or because of the large outline of a very large cock that could be seen straining the flimsy cotton cloth of his shorts. If he could turn me on like this with just a smile, what could he do to me in bed?

I broke out of my lustful daydream and mentally shook myself as I said "How about Chinese? There is a good restaurant a couple of blocks from here. I need to take a shower and change clothes. About forty-five minutes?"

He gave me a wink with his beautiful eyes and said "Nancy said to put my gear into the spare bedroom and make myself at home. I will cool off and take a shower also. Forty-five minutes is good for me."

I breathed a deep breath as I shut the bedroom door. Although I had had sex with some of Nancy's men friends, none of them had this effect on me. I felt very sexually attracted to him and couldn't explain why I felt this way. It took all of my willpower to keep from dropping to my knees and pulling his shorts down as my mouth searched for his cock. I stripped and started the shower.

The steaming, hot water felt wonderful on my warm skin. I soaped my body and began running my hands over my engorged boobs imagining what his loving touch would feel like. I knew that I was going to make love to him tonight, but I wanted him now. I had very strong desires to walk naked out of this shower and spread my legs for him on the living room floor. But Lois is a lady and I must keep myself under control as she would.

As I soaped myself, I smiled as I began to think about his strong body pressed closely to mine. Sliding my wet, soapy hands down my sleek belly, I fingered the hair around my aching hungry hairy lips. As my hand caressed the slippery soapy skin between my thighs, my body started that wonderful shudder and I felt a delightful warm wet feeling inside. I pretended it was his hand touching me in this most sensitive area and it was his hard muscled arms encircling me.

The shower curtain was pulled back.

Startled I jumped. I looked straight into the eyes of a smiling, naked Mark. He didn't say a word as he stepped into the shower with me and pulled the shower curtain shut. In his deep, sexy voice, he said "There is no soap in the other shower. May I join you?" I looked down between his legs and saw the biggest, thickest cock that I had ever seen in my life. I take it back. I have seen one bigger, but it was on a horse. He held out his hand for the soap and I handed it to him.

Without another word, he rubbed against me as he took the center position under the shower nozzle. The nozzle had been the correct height for my body, but it only wet him from the neck down. He bowed his head and stuck his head under the shower as he braced himself against the wall. In this narrow shower stall, it forced his hard ass up against my pussy. As he wet his hair and face under the flowing water, he rubbed his ass against me and I rubbed back.

When he stood up and ran his hands through his wet hair, brushing it back, I looked at the mass of dark chest hair flowing down his massive chest. I again looked down at his cock and saw that it was beginning to thicken and to stand out a little from his body, instead of hanging straight down. He dropped the soap, smiled and said "I dropped the soap."

He dropped to his knees to pick up the soap. In the narrow shower stall, this put his face almost in my belly button. Before I could move, one of his massive arms surrounded my waist and held me as his tongue probed my belly button. I wanted to resist, but felt my pelvis pushing forward to meet his tongue. As his hands moved down and cupped my ass, his tongue dropped lower and parted my wet pubic hair.

Within the next thirty seconds, I vaguely remember holding onto the towel rack, and putting one leg over his broad shoulder so that his tongue could enter me. I had lost control of my body and could only react to what he was doing to me. His giant hands almost covered my ass cheeks and he pulled me into his face as his tongue probed me. The next thirty seconds were pure heaven as his tongue flickered across every inner recess and probed every cranny of my cunt.

Then he eased my leg off of his shoulder and stood up, pressing his naked body against mine, his very stiff cock pressed hard against my stomach. With a firm pressure on my shoulder, he forced my head down to his cock that was now standing very erect. It reached to his belly button and had to be 12 inches long and three inches around. It reminded me of a small baseball bat. There was no way that I could get that big cock into my pussy or in my throat.

I dropped to my knees and shut my eyes because of the water spray. With my tongue, I licked his cock head. But he wanted more. He bent his cock so that it pointed straight at my lips and he pushed it against my lips. I placed both hands around it's trunk as I pulled back the foreskin, looking at the huge swollen head. It looked too big to fit in my mouth. Slowly I moved my open mouth towards it, opening my jaws wide to accommodate it's massive head. Even with my jaws fully open it stretched my lips. With just the tip in my mouth, I moved my tongue over the hard head. Mark gently thrust his hips, pushing against my lips, shoving a little more of the length into me. I spread saliva over the monster inside my mouth, making it as lubricated as possible. All I would be able to do, would be to hump the end of his huge cock. He put his hands behind my head and with a gentle push, showed me that was what he wanted me to do. I took a deep breath and pushed forward, almost gagging as the huge cock filled my mouth. I pulled back until the cock head was rubbing against my lips again and then eased it back into my mouth. It was pushed back into my mouth, where it was straining against my throat. I opened my eyes and there was at least seven inches of his shaft outside my mouth.

He held my head with his hands and with a gentle pelvic action, he began fucking my mouth. I could feel the thick veins along it's length as they passed my lips and tongue. I found that I could time my breaths and could take more of his cock into my throat by extending my neck and changing my head angle, so that it was more of a straight line from my lips to my throat. My hands were squeezing his hairy ass and one long fingernail was trying to ease up his anus.

He stopped humping me and started moving my head at the same rhythm that he was using. I picked up on what he wanted and started humping him, trying with each thrust to get a little more of his cock into my mouth. I thought that I was going to choke to death on his gigantic cock, until I felt the first tingle of wet pubic hair touch my nose. I quickly opened my eyes in the pouring down shower and saw that there were only two inches left. The rest was in my mouth and throat.

With that challenge in mind, I concentrated on taking it all. Within six more strokes, my nose pressed firmly against his flesh. Instead of pulling back, I slowly rotated my head from right to left and then back, before I slowly pulled back and then repeated the action.

He pulled back, until his cock was out of my mouth and then he lifted me to my feet and up until my face was slightly higher than his face. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he sat me on his cock. If I can get all of that into my mouth, then I can also get it in my pussy.

My arms were around his neck, pulling his face to my wet and hard breasts as my hands dug into his soft hair, feeling the eagerness of his firm lips driving me to approaching orgasm.

"Do you want me?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, a thousands time yes." I grunted.

I readied myself as he slowly eased the head of his very hard cock against my cunt. Suddenly the tip of his cock spread my pussy lips and my whole body tensed as I felt the huge monster spread my cunt further than it had ever been spread before. I thought I was going to scream because of the intense pain. This huge monster being pushed into my bowels was going to split me in half. Just as I was about to scream from the pain, the head finally pushed its way in. There was a jolt of pain like fire which quickly turned to pleasure as his enormous shaft slid deep into me. I felt it fill me as I had never been before, and knew no one could fill me again. Thank god that I was very wet inside or he would have ripped me apart. As his cock penetrated me, I wanted to scream STOP but found myself screaming "MORE!"

He buried his cock all the way into me, then pulled out almost all the way, to thrust again and again. I started gasping in ecstasy as he fucked me wildly and slammed his groin against me. Then he smiled and slowly humped me as I rode his hips, with my arms around his neck and my back against the shower wall. When he got it all inside me, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back from my boobs. I bent my head forward and bit his lower lip as I sucked on it. Then I tried to suck his tongue from his mouth as he slowly humped me. When my first flood broke, my whole body tensed as I felt the fire and electricity flow through my body.

I had four more internal explosions before I felt him tense as he prepared to cum. I felt his whole body tense, then it straightened as he made one last hard, deep thrust into me and held it. With that intense feeling, I exploded again as he flooded my body with his cum.

Panting with deep breaths from my exertion, I opened my eyes to look at his handsome face smiling at me. I still had my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, and his cock buried deep into my cunt. He said "How would you feel about ordering some pizza in after awhile. I would like to take you into the bedroom and get to know you a little better."

I responded by leaning forward and nibbling on his ear. He turned the water off and put one hand under my ass and as he pulled me from the wall, he supported me with his other hand. As if I were a mere child he lifted me with his powerful arms, and held me. He stepped out of the shower and slowly walked into the bedroom as I felt the wonderful sensations from his semi-hard cock inside me.

He sat down on the bed and I released my leg lock around his waist so that we could lay down together. He was on his back and I was laying on top of him, with my legs spread wide, with his cock still inside me. I could feel it move and I tried to hold onto it with my internal muscles. He smiled and said "I like that. Most women don't know how to use those muscles to squeeze me."

I laid my head on his hairy muscular chest and whispered "I am not in the same category as most women."

I enjoyed tracing the hard muscle of his upper body, feeling the strength that his mortal body has and feeling the muscles ripple under his skin at my touch. As I kissed him gently on his lips; he responded with a similar gentle kiss instead of the passion that his kisses had previously exhibited. With that kiss, I knew that not only was he a strong man, but he was also a gentle and loving man. He put his mighty arms around my chest to hold me close to him. With his huge hand, he traced a line from my eyes, down my nose, across my cheekbones, lingering on my ear, then down my neck. The hair on his chest tickled and pleased me as it rubbed against my very sensitive breasts.

He slowly arched his back, which caused his semi-hard cock to move slightly inside me as he whispered back "I hope that you don't mind, but I put the deadbolt chain on the door and a note outside to Nancy, suggesting that she find some other place to stay tonight."

I shifted my balance slightly and as I gently nibbled on his chest, replied "As long as you can keep that monster inside me, neither one of us are going to leave this room."

Chapter 11 - The Two of them and me

My bedroom is a shambles. I didn't want to get up and go to work but Mark forced me. I could barely walk and it felt as if my hips were disjointed from being almost constantly spread all night. After he got me up and into the shower, he went back to bed. When I came out of the shower, I looked at his huge body barely covered by my satin sheets and then I looked at all of the dried cum and pussy juice on them. Well, they were bought for fucking and certainly were used for that last night.

I get my watch from the bedstand and see my night lipstick where I laid it after I applied my nightly lip covering. My lips feel so much softer in the morning since Nancy bought that for me. Too bad that I can't wear it during the day because I like the way my lips feel softer in the morning.

I slowly walked out of the elevator and across the lobby. I was sore and tired. I wanted to go back upstairs and climb back into bed with him and get some more of that punishment. Somewhere around three in the morning, we discovered that I could take more, than he could give. I was ready for another round and he wanted to die.

I examined his cock in great detail during the night. When it was soft and completely relaxed, it was about eight inches long, and two inches around. But when it got hard, it rose to a good twelve inches and three inches thick.

At work, I was very quite. I did not get much sleep last night and my body is tender everywhere. Everywhere!!

After the morning meeting, I was trying to concentrate on my morning's story re-write, when the phone rang.

"Daily Planet, Lois Lane speaking." I said.

"Hi, honey. How did you like my surprise?" said Nancy's voice.

I smiled big and said "It will do until something better comes along."

She laughed and said "Well, I have another surprise for you tonight. Just follow the instructions when you come home." Then the phone went dead.

I looked at it and wondered what she could think of that, that would top last night.

Mark and Nancy met me as I was getting off work and the three of us went out to dinner. Nancy was wearing a outrageously sexy, provocative dress and I was wearing my workday three piece suit. We stepped into the glass-walled elevator to go to the penthouse restaurant, and the door shut with just us in the elevator. Mark stepped behind me and pressed his groin against my ass, as his large hands slip under my suit jacket and cup my breasts. I moan a little moan of delight as he whispers "Don't you like the feel of nylons caressing your legs and the satin feel of your soft panties against your tender skin."

He was running his hand into my blouse as his fingers traced the outlines of my bra. Then I gasped as his hand curled around my breasts and cupped then as his fingers played with my hardening nipples.

I looked over at Nancy and she was smiling at me, knowing the strong desire that was coursing through my body now. Then she said "Behave yourself. We are here."

As the door opened, Mark removed his hands and stepped back. I was standing there, my knees very weak kneed and my face covered with a mild perspiration. Nancy stepped into the lobby and Mark held the door as I tried to follow and re-gain my composure.

The maitre d' let us to our table, which was a corner booth, with a half moon bench seat. Somehow, I wound up in the middle. As Mark ordered wine for us, Nancy was rubbing her nylon-clad legs against my nylon-clad leg under the table.

I spread my legs and pulled the hem of my skirt up as far as I could reasonably get it. Then I took Mark's hand and placed it on my leg. His fingers quickly found that they could stretch and lightly finger my panties. I wanted him. I wanted him very much. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and ride him. I was daydreaming of what his huge cock would feel like inside me when I barely heard Nancy say "So I must go help my sister with her pregnancy. I will be gone for about three weeks. Will you two be ok?"

My hand was gentley stroking Mark's large cock through his trousers and at that moment, I really didn't care what happened to Nancy. I nodded ok and saw Nancy wink at Mark. Why, I don't know.

Mark and I fucked on the balcony of my apartment. Well, we started there but had to go inside and shut the doors when I started getting loud again.

I can't help myself. I groan, moan, and scream without any control over my loudness, when I am aroused. It wasn't until the next morning that I realised that only Mark and I came home last night. Nancy is gone.

But I don't need her anymore. Don't get me wrong. I miss her but Mark is more than taking care of me in the sex department. And I don't need Nancy's advise anymore on matching my clothes and colors; or in putting on my make-up; or fixing my hair. I have learned how to take care of this body and how to live as Lois.

In fact, I find it hard to remember when I was Superman. I feel as if I have always been in this body. And that I have always been Lois. Not only do I enjoy being her, but I also enjoy being in love with Mark.

Yes, I admit it. I love him. I can't live without him. All I can think of, is him and how wonderful it feels to make love with him.

I found a very brief message on my answering machine at work. It was a call that I was expecting but secretly hoped it would never come. It was from Luthor, asking me to meet him. I called the number Luthor gave me and a very curt voice told me to meet his limo on the corner in half an hour. I went to the corner and waited. A limo pulled up and the door opened. A well built athletic man, with long curly hair, held the door opened for me. I stepped in and the limo pulled away.

The man said "You may call me Lennie. I am Mr. Luthor's personal assistant. He is waiting for us at his salon."

I sat back and didn't say anything. When the limo pulled up in front of a beauty salon, Lennie held the door for me and escorted me in. It was very expensive place and looked like it was out of my budget.

Lennie introduced me to the receptionist. She said "Lennie, I have a message for you from Luthor. Will you find Leslie and have her join Miss Lane and him in the office in twenty minutes? Miss Lane, Mr. Luthor is delayed and asked me entertain you until he arrives."

Lennie nodded and left me. I chated with the woman for several minutes and she talked me into sitting in a chair, while she showed me some different things that I could do with my hair. We were looking at color samples and I was considering a highlight when a little light flashed. She led me into a office in back. As I entered the room, Luthor stood up. But this was not the Luthor that had let me out at my apartment. That Luthor looked like Telly Salvas. This man had brown, curly hair, gold earrings in both ears, and was wearing a sport shirt.

"Lois, how good to see you. I was very surprised to hear from you. I have a lot to tell you, but what do you think of my shop? I got out of all of my criminal activities and put my money into legit businesses. Not only do I own this salon, but I also own four gay bars and am starting a nationwide gay newspaper. And how do you like my hair? Not only am I the owner, but I am a customer also. Please sit down." he laughed.

I sat down in the offered chair and he smiled as he said "You are not the same person that I left on the doorstep. You have changed for the better. I have not heard from Nancy lately, but I understand that you have become the best of friends. I was so glad that I could introduce you to someone that was able to help you in your time of need."

Before I could respond, a door opened behind me and a woman walked into the room. I knew it was a woman from the sound of the high heels and the slight smell of perfume. I saw from the corner of my eyes a hand with long red fingernails hold a drink out to me. I accepted it and as I turned to smile a thank you, I saw that it was a man, but he was dressed as a woman. He was wearing a seductive white corset with a small boned demi-bra pushing some chest flesh up to give the impression of breasts. His garter belt held a pair of matching white stocking hose. The white, fringed boots had a set of full heels and the height of the boot tops ran all the way up his shaved legs to his knees. The curly dark hair had been fluffed and now I recognized the face under the make-up as being Lennie, Luthor's henchman. The eyes were expertly made up and bright red lipstick covered his lips. Around his neck was a thin gold chain. Hanging from his ears, were long hoop earrings. He handed Luthor a drink also before he sat down on a chair and Luthor smiled as he said "Before you is Leslie. In his previous life, he fucked up once too often, resulting in our current situation. I decided to have him share our experience. It is amazing what a shot of my hypnotic drug can do to someone. He is very happy with his new lifestyle, aren't you Leslie."

I looked at this person as he smiled at me and took a sip of his drink. I took a sip of mine also. Luthor continued "And I am very happy with my new life. I asked you here today, because we have a decision to make. I would like to make it and get it out of the way so that we can continue with our new lifes, without having to worry about our past lives."

"Thank you, Luthor. I have also given it a lot of thought and it was difficult to finally come to a decision. But it is something that has to be done and I am prepared to accept my decision. I am prepared for you to swap everyone's bodies back." I said.

Luthor dropped the gold lighter on the floor that he was getting ready to light his cigar with. He picked the lighter up, flicked it twice and then lit his cigar before he said "What if I don't want to go back to being who I used to be. I am very happy with my new sex life."

"And I am happy with my life. But as I look at the world, I recognize that it still needs a Superman. I don't know where my body is or what it has been doing for these two months, but it has not been taking care of Earth. I have to resume my former identity and mission on Earth."

A sweat broke out on Luthor's brow as he chewed on the end of his cigar, then he smiled as he said "Your request sounds logical. However, I want you to think about it one more night, just to make sure that you are satisified with your decision. Why don't you join me at lunch tomorrow and we will record your decision. Whatever you say tomorrow, will be done."

"I won't change my mind." I replied.

"Tomorrow. Leslie, will you escort our guest back to her office."

The phone rang in the apartment. Mark came in from the balcony, where he had been working out. He picked up the phone and listened to the voice on the line. He said yes a couple of times and hung up the phone.

He walked into the bedroom and opened the nightstand. He removed the special lipstick and examined it to make sure that it still contained the special tube.

That night, after dinner at a favorite restaurant and some romantic dancing, Lois and Mark returned home where they made love. As she laid in his arms, still bathing in the warm afterglow of their very strong and warm mating, he opened her nightstand and removed the tube of lipstick. He handed it to her and said "Your lips feel dry."

She took the tube and applied a liberal coat to her lips and handed the tube back to him. Then she curled up on his outstretched arm and relaxed. Within moments, she was asleep.

I woke up about three in the morning and felt a very strong desire for Mark. I woke him up by giving him a blow job and then making love to him before we fell asleep exhausted.

When the clock went off, I didn't want to get out of bed. I just wanted to lie in bed with Mark and to make love to him and his wonderful cock.

I was an hour late getting to work, but I didn't care. I was also walking a little bowlegged because my inner legs were a little tender after the morning love making session.

So you can imagine my surprise when Perry called me into the office and Superman was standing there. I almost lost my balance and fell but I caught myself. He looked at me and smiled as he said "Long time since I saw you last, Miss Lane. How are you doing?"

I didn't know what to say and was standing there. Superman said "Mr. White, may I borrow your office for a couple of minutes to talk with Miss Lane?"

"Sure, I have some things that I can do at Clark's desk." said the editor has he shut the door behind him.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"I was trying out my new superpowers and got lost in time. When I woke up in this body, I was very confused and my emotions were driving me. I felt a strong exhilaration of immense power take control of my body and I wanted to soar. When I cooled down a little, I recognized that more things had changed about me than just the body and that I needed to learn how to control whoever it was, that I now was. So I thought about my memories and one particular college incident plagued me. The more I thought about it, the more I had to see what that person was doing now. I was very disappointed when I saw her and went back into time to try to change the way that things occurred. I got lost and wound up in Roman times and then the Civil War. I jumped through several time zones and finally wound up here, which is about at close as I could get. Two months have passed for you, but this is still the first day for me. What has happened to you and who is that man living in my apartment?" he said.

I spent the next half hour explaining to Superman what Luthor had done to us, how it had failed, and why we were all acting different. I told him about the way that our personalities had been modified and that I was now a sexed starved woman. I finished by saying that I did not think that I could ever be Superman again.

He looked at me funny and "Luthor claims to be a man of his word. I suggest that the three of us have a meeting."

He turned and soared out the open window.

I went back to my desk and sat down, with my stomach in turmoil, knowing that I would have to deal with the most crucial decision of my life. And knowing what I wanted the answer to be already. When I woke up this morning, I knew that I could never go back to my male life. Now after seeing my body, I didn't know what to do.

Chapter 12 - The decision

In a daze, I waited on the corner. The limo pulled up and Lennie was wearing his feminine clothes and make-up. I sat in silence in the backseat as I was drove to a restaurant. Lennie pulled into the drive-down garage and drove the limo into a car elevator. Instead of the elevator taking us up to the parking area, it went down into a sub-basement. Lennie pulled the car out of the elevator and then opened the door for me.

As I exited the car, I looked at him, standing there in his high heels, his stockings, skirt, blouse pushed out by fake tits, jewelry, and make-up. As I stepped by him, I felt very catty and whispered "Mauve is not your color."

I didn't look back as I walked into the office. Luthor was sitting at a computer terminal and smiled as I walked in. I could smell the very strong smell of his cigar in the room and knew that he had been working here for several hours.

He stood and said "Welcome. You look nice today. Is that a new dress?"

"No, I have had it for a couple of years."

"Please sit down. I am waiting for your decision."

I continued to stand and said "You must swap us back."

He dropped his cigar and just stared at me. Before he could say anything, someone with a very familiar voice, standing outside the open door said "I concur with that decision. Let's get it over with."

Superman walked into the room. A snarl formed on Luthor's face and he looked angrily at his nemesis. Then he looked at me and said "After we change back, I will not be this generous. I would like a promise from you that I may depart without being arrested. I have behaved myself for the last two months."

"Agreed." I said.

I woke up with a headache. As I shook off the sleep, I looked around and saw my naked body on a table twenty feet away. Then I looked down at my body and saw my super male body in it's normal Superman costume. Luthor changed us back.

I walked over to the computer console and quickly reviewed it's records. Accordingly to what I was seeing on the screen, we were all back in our normal bodies with our normal personality.

I am a male again and feel male. I check Lois's body and know that she will sleep for about another hour. Just time enough for me to do something.

I exit the building and fly to my apartment, I mean her apartment. I land on the balcony and walk inside. Mark is watching TV and he jumps when I enter the room.

"Holy shit. You scared me." he said.

"Miss Lane will be home soon. I suggest that you are moved out within the next twenty minutes and that you don't come back here or attempt to see her again. I am aware of what Luthor had you do to her and I will not show you any mercy." I said.

It has been three weeks now. Lois was able to return to her normal self very easy, because she only occupied my body for one day because of her time-traveling. Luthor is hiding and so is Lennie. Luthor has a bounty on Lennie, who is hiding somewhere.

As for myself, it seems like a dream. The memory of being a woman is fading. I don't feel any urges to have sex with a male and think that I am very close to being normal again.