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Superman 
By Author Unknown
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 New York 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  
Kryptonite 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 pLarkt."

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 Kryptoniteite 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

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 New York, 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 Calvin Korbin 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 Calvin, 
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 New York. 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.

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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 City 
Journal 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, Eddie walked by and said "Welcome 
back. Stay away from the Chief. He is pissed at Calvin over 
something."

I nodded and walked to her desk although I wanted to sit down at 
Calvin's desk. Calvin'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, Paul Green 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 Calvin, 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 Calvin'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 Paul 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 Paul Green. 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 Paul'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 Eddie Bell 
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 wi

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 man

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. Paul 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.

"City Journal, 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 Paul 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. Green, 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 Calvin'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.

The End