Lois Lane: A New Life
The Story That Changed Her Life

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Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

The Daily Planet's ace, and now freelance reporter, Lois Lane, dropped in early in the afternoon of a bright and sunny late October day to check with Editor Perry White about any hot leads for new stories. She had left direct employment by the Planet a year earlier to free herself from the newspaper's constraints. While now writing much more varied material for magazines and other news bureaus, Lois still felt a deep bond to the paper that had launched her career.

She was dressed a lot more freely than her past office business suits. A short sleeved red jack-shirt was zipped up to just above her ample breasts, with a wide red belt pulling it in around her very narrow waist. Matching red shorts, commonly referred to back in the 70s as hot pants, came out below the jack-shirt and stopped at the tops of Lois' thighs, just below her crotch. There were over-the-knee red stretch PVC boots on her legs, and for ease in walking, they had relatively low two-inch block heels. Wide silver bracelets were on her wrists, looking quite similar to the magical ones worn by the superheroine Wonder Woman, and her white purse was strung over her left shoulder, resting on her hip.

Getting away from the Planet's daily grind had done wonders for Lois. Her originally short black hair had been allowed to grow out, and now fell down below her shoulders in a rich, luxurious ebony mane with a flip at the bottom and a stylish wave over her forehead. Her complexion had picked up a nice even tan since she was no longer tied to an indoor desk all the time. Of course, the activity resulting from being away from her old desk also served to whittle Lois' body down to a smoothly muscled, no sign of fat physique, elegantly shaped. If the old Lois had been a shapely eye-catcher, the new Lois was a voluptuous bombshell with a supermodel's figure.

After shooting the breeze for about a half hour, catching up on what each other had been up to lately, Perry reached into his top desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. "This arrived yesterday for you, Lois," he told her. "I knew you'd be coming by today, so I held on to it for you, instead of forwarding it."

Lois took the envelope from his hand, and made note of the elegant script used to put her name, but no address or anything else, on the envelope. "Thank you, Perry," she cheerfully said while putting the envelope into her purse. "I hope you don't mind, but the way this envelope looks, I don't think the sender wanted too many other people to see the contents. I'll take it with me, and read it once I get home."

Perry didn't know it, but he'd just given Lois a hot lead to a story that would have deep ramifications.

Lois made her obligatory rounds to say hi to her old friends and lovers amongst the Planet staff, and finally stopped at Clark Kent's desk after seeing Cat Grant and, of all people, Lana Lang. Her old rival for Superman's heart, Lana worked at the nearby Galaxy Communications building, where she held the prime position of anchor for the evening news broadcasts. Lana had come by the Planet not in any hope of seeing Lois, but to check with her elementary and high school classmate Clark Kent about rumors that Superman was becoming more aloof. Clark was just finishing a quickly made up story for Lana when both caught sight of Lois.

The slight animosity felt between the two prime contenders for the Man of Steel's heart precluded any cordial greetings, and the fiery redhead merely nodded and spat out a quick, "Hello, Lois," before turning away and heading back to the realm of on the air news. Lois didn't even bother to acknowledge the curt greeting, and waited for Lana to move away before sitting on the edge of Clark's desk.

Clark and Lois were still an item, even with their physical separation resulting from her new working arrangements. Superman's apparent aloofness as perceived by Lana was no doubt caused by his concentration on the black haired beauty who was his lover in both identities. It was only as Clark that Superman could show his love for Lois in public, and therefore the Man of Steel had become a bit of a stoic in a show of total fairness to all of the public. Lana saw this as a rejection, but that actually served two functions, in that it got Lana's inquisitiveness farther away from his secret identity, and also effectively gave her the cold shoulder in preference to Lois. Had Lana known the actual reason for Superman's change of heart, no doubt a world shaking catfight would have resulted.

Lois reached over and brushed a lock of Clark's own black hair off his forehead, then put her lips close to his ear, as if he couldn't hear her whispering from miles away if necessary. "Hi there, lover. What's happening in the day to day grind these days?"

Clark's left eyebrow shot up as he answered, "You wouldn't believe how slow it's been lately. If it weren't for good news to report, the Planet would go out of business. Crime and political corruption seem to be taking a rest, and even Luthor seems to have gone on a vacation." Then, placing his own lips close to Lois' ear, he continued, "Even Superman is getting a break. No major crimes, Mother Nature is resting calmly, and hardly anybody is getting into accidents or falling off buildings these days."

"Do I detect a note of sarcasm there, Mr. Kent?" Lois giggled, then she slid off the desk to stand up, displaying her lithe but voluptuous body to its fullest extent. "Gimme a hug, you lout, so I can get back to work at my own desk back at the condo." Clark willingly obliged, giving all the eyes cast in their direction a real show. While Superman had to appear rigidly stiff, his alter ego was acting as a Romeo. Ever since he'd confided his alter ego with Lois, things had improved immeasurably for Clark.

Clark pushed his glasses back up to the top of his nose, and grinned from ear to ear as he watched Lois sauntering through the Planet's work spaces, slowly heading for the front door. Only Clark, amongst all those watching the black haired goddess leave, knew that the improvements to Lois' physique had made her a tigress in bed. He was looking forward to the evening, and the surprises it held.

But oh, if only he knew just what surprises awaited...

* * * * *

Lois' inquisitive mind wouldn't let her wait until she got home to read her mysterious and elegantly addressed note. As soon as she got into her jet black 'Vette in the bowls of the Planet's parking garage, Lois laid her purse on the passenger seat and reached in to pull out the envelope. She slipped one of her exquisitely shaped and coral painted fingernails under the lightly glued fold and zipped it open, then lifted a tri-folded piece of paper that matched the envelope from inside.

"Ms. Lane,

If you wish to get the inside dope on the story of your life that will blow the cover of one of the world's most dangerous criminals, go to office number 16 at 3472 North Hillard Street."

Just as the envelope had no return information, the note was left unsigned. Her curiosity piqued, Lois decided to check that out instead of going home to her condo right away. As she was pulling out of her space in the Planet's next door parking garage, she reached into her purse for her cell phone, and hit the speed dial button for her private line to Clark.

"Lois, I thought you were going on home?"

"I just got a nifty tip for a story that I want to check out, Clark. Don't know when I'll get back to the condo now, but I'll call you as soon as I'm able. Probably be after dinner, so you're on your own tonight."

"Okay, Lois. Chicken instead of steak, I guess."

"Baked, not fried, you model of physical perfection."

"But my physique-"

"I know, you can eat whatever you damn well please and never have to worry about it. Wish I had that benefit. Anyway, see you later tonight."

"It's a date, Ms. Lane. Wanna give me any clue as to what you're checking out?"

"Nope!" Lois replied with a big grin. "I may be onto a really big story, and if it works out, I'll tell you all about it later on. Bye!"

"Bye, Lois. See ya!"

Two phones were being closed and put away simultaneously, Lois having to use a lot more care since she was already out into the afternoon traffic of downtown Metropolis, heading north. When she got to 3472 N. Hillard, Lois noted how run-down most of the buildings in the vicinity looked. The parking was easy, since very few cars were present. It seemed like the economic downturn had hit this office complex pretty hard. After a quick scan of the area to make sure there were no obvious threats present, she grabbed her purse and got out of the car. An almost automatic press on the button on her key chain locked the 'Vette's doors, and she went up the sidewalk leading to the building's primary entrance.

Inside, Lois didn't see anyone at all, which was a bit eerie, but went straight to the directory hanging on the wall to her left. She found number 16 to be down one hallway and a left turn into a cross hallway. There was no sign of activity in any of the offices she passed, and when she got to the windowless 16, a brisk knock brought no answer. Since this was the office the note said to visit, she tried the door. It wasn't locked, so Lois opened the door slightly and stuck her head in.

It was black as night within, without any sign of other people. Her right hand found the light switch, and soon enough the office was brightly lit. Lois closed the door behind herself, then looked around. Nothing obvious, just a desk and a file cabinet. There was a security camera in one of the upper front corners, but with the building seemingly abandoned, she doubted it was being monitored anywhere. Lois would be quite surprised to know that when she turned on the lights, a beeper was activated in office number 47 in the back of the building. This alerted that office's sole occupant to turn on the surveillance system, so now everything Lois did was caught by the camera and viewed in sharp detail by another long black haired woman, Selina Kyle.

Lois found the drawers of the desk to be empty, and so went to the top drawer of the file cabinet. It was filled, front to back, with folders holding text pages and hundreds of photos. The photos drew her attention, so she started to look through them before reading. They were a treasure trove, showing the exterior of a nondescript building among a number of similar ones, not much different from the area in which she now was, and showing interior rooms of what had to be Catwoman's lair in Gotham City, judging by all the cat motifs seen and the cat garbed henchmen at work and play. The implication was that these were inside the building shown in the exterior shots. She made note of the address showing above one of the building's doors, then went on. There were detailed photos of the plunder the feline felon had accumulated over the years, and even a collection of photos of Catwoman herself in some of the various costumes she'd worn over the years, only a few of which were familiar to Lois. The majority of the costume pics were of the vixen in her most recent, shiny black latex costume.

While Lois was getting the impression that these photos covered a long period of time, just as intended, in actuality every one of them had just been taken within the past month. Selina had a lot of fun getting into all those old costumes she'd kept, and then altering every single one after being photographed to match a slightly shorter but equally if not more voluptuous figure, luckily with the same sized feet. These costumes, along with all the plunder and other interior details Lois was thinking were in a lair in Gotham were actually in a newly constructed Cat's Lair in a decrepit building only two blocks from the one in which Lois was so enthralled.

When she finished looking over all the pictures and committing to memory what she'd seen, Lois started reading from the first of the text files. What she found was even more stunning than the pictures. It was a detailed history of Catwoman's activities and the life of her alter ego, including tidbits from her non-costumed life as a wanton whore. That explained some of the pictures Lois had found of some really hot looking chicks in really slutty clothes and heavy makeup - they must have all been of Catwoman in different wigs and makeup. Oddly, though, no mention was made by whoever wrote this expose of Catwoman's real name. Lois made a mental note to check with Batman when she was finished; she was pretty sure the Dark Knight knew all about his feline foe's real identity. The information she was reading ended up covering all of Catwoman's activities up to a point five years prior to the present, and Lois knew for sure the note she'd been given had led her to an astounding story.

Since the first drawer went up to five years before, Lois went to the second to see if it held more. Sure enough, while there were no more photos, there was a concise record of everything Catwoman did. It was at this point that Lois noticed that while great pains had been made to record all the places the villainess had robbed, not one mention had been made of Gotham City; it was almost as if the writer had assumed that the reader would already know this. There was a lengthy section entailing her two-year stay in Arkham Asylum, with plenty of information on the villains and villainesses with whom she spent time, and Arkham was definitely in the Gotham City area. Then again, Lois also knew that some of the supervillains from Metropolis and elsewhere had been sent to Arkham.

What really surprised Lois was all the detail given pertaining to Batgirl; Catwoman seemed to be fascinated by, if not infatuated with the petite heroine. While Lois already knew that Batgirl was Barbara Gordon in her day to day life, she was shocked to see that Catwoman knew this also. The pages eventually revealed to Lois that while she was a promiscuous prostitute selling her body to men, Catwoman was in reality a bisexual nymphomaniac. Lois found it hard to believe that Batgirl had done some of the things this expose of Catwoman claimed. Then again, some of the things she herself did with Clark would surprise a lot of people, she guessed. The last couple of pages she found suddenly made a point of stating that all of Catwoman's evildoing took place in Metropolis. Say what? Lois couldn't think of any occasions she'd heard of the feline felon doing her thing in Metropolis.

The very last page finally got into a long spiel about Catwoman's private life, and in the last line, gave her other name. Lois Lane.

Something very strange was happening, Lois figured. She shut the second drawer, and reached for the third, thinking it would let her in on whatever joke was being pulled. As she pulled this drawer open, however, instead of more files, Lois found her head enveloped by a cloud of gas. Her eyes rolled, and she slumped over in the chair unconscious.

In office number 47, Selina Kyle watched the monitor closely. Once she was certain the knockout gas had done its job, she reached over and flipped a switch. Air vents in office number 16 opened up, some forcing fresh air in, some sucking contaminated air out. Then she moved next door to number 45. Selina sat down at the makeup table she'd installed earlier, and using a good bit of the tools of her other trade, went to work. The shapers and makeup soon had her face changed enough, and all she had to do then was restyle her hair a bit. When she'd finished, the face of Wonder Woman grinned back at Selina in the mirror. Minutes later, an extremely good copy of the heroine's red, white and blue with gold trim costume adorned Selina's body. She picked up a box holding shiny black latex and another empty one, then left the room.

The tall red heels of her Wonder Woman boots clicked enough on the tile floors of the hallways leading to office number 16 for Selina to get wet in the crotch of her barely there blue shorts. She resisted the temptation, though. It was more important to make sure the woman taking her place would get that feeling, and constantly. She placed the box she was carrying into 15 across the hall. As soon as she was in number 16, Selina emptied the top two drawers of the file cabinet into the empty box, then pulled the gas cylinder and its mechanism from the third drawer and added them to the pics and texts. This box was then set under the desk, to be accessed later.

Selina now looked more closely at the comatose figure of Lois Lane. That red outfit had looked good on the monitors; in actuality, it gave Selina a fresh idea. With a better pair of red boots that had stiletto heels, Lois would make a fine looking whore; using a long blonde wig from what would soon be her collection of many disguise wigs would turn her into a red hot slut. But first things first; that great red outfit was removed from her body, followed by her panties and bra. These were then added to the box under the desk. Selina then checked Lois' purse for a cell phone; when found, she called the two kittens waiting for their new mistress in the lair two blocks away. She told Tiger to go get a pair of red, lace up, thigh high boots with fuck me heels; by chance, this was one of few types of boots Selina hadn't already obtained to have all those pictures taken of her as a slutty whore.

The faux Wonder Woman picked up the now nude Lois and took her across the hall to number 15, where things had been set up before like everything else in this special scenario Selina had dreamed up. By the time she was finished, she'd be free to get on with her life as a socialite in Gotham City, possibly with an option to start over in her life of crime but with a totally new identity. Catwoman would be on her way to a new life of crime in Metropolis, with plenty of complications thanks to the bogus information she'd put into those history files. Bogus information which was now going to be the true memories of the new Catwoman.

Lois was laid out on a cloth covered examination table heisted from a doctor's office. Selina did a quick makeup job on Lois' face, giving her fire red lips and some wicked black eye shadow. The head to toe black latex was then pulled onto her body, being one of the few costume parts in which stretch would take care of any differences in size between them. When this was zipped closed, it looked like a glossy black second skin on Lois, just as it always had on Selina. The mane of ebony hair was pulled through the slot in the back of the matching cat eared cowl, which was then pulled up and over Lois' head and its eyes centered over her own, the black surrounding her eyes blending right in with the latex. Next were the opera length black latex gloves, the claws at the fingertips being a bit harder to pull onto her fingers properly than anticipated, but eventually they were seated correctly. The black latex boots were added to each of Lois' legs, which like the gloves formed a third skin on top of the catsuit's second skin. Finally, the weapons belt with all the Kitty Kontraptions was pulled around her hips, a good ways below her waist, with the long shaped black tail attached to its back.

The new Catwoman was then picked up and placed in a special chair Selina had contracted for. It had shackles on the armrests and front legs to clamp down on wrists and ankles. Her body would be allowed to squirm as much as she liked, since her arms and legs would be totally immobilized. Then Selina reached into the now almost empty box from which the costume had come and pulled out what looked like a personal radio or tape player with plug earphones. This was a gem Mad Hatter had made for her a few years back, originally intended to be used on a certain red haired heroine to give her some attitude adjustment; the opportunity had never arisen, but it would be put to good use now. Its plugs were put into each of Lois' ears, and then turned on. The work of the gizmo would be more successful with the recipient sleeping or unconscious, which described Lois exactly.

A continuous loop message started playing into Lois' brain. It had been reprogrammed by Selina for its new role, and basically reinforced the information Lois had seen and read earlier. Once completed, all it would take would be for Lois to repeat what she'd read, then see her new reflection, and her newly acquired history would be added to her own past to form the life of the new Catwoman. When the light on the small box blinked, Selina turned it off, then pulled the plugs from Lois' ears. Now the fun could start.

Selina moved to a position behind the special chair, then started to wave smelling salts under Lois' nose. When her eyes finally popped open, Lois was looking down at the twin black globes projecting from her chest. The she looked from side to side while noticing her arms and legs couldn't move, and her feet seemed to be in really high arches. One look at the gloves on her arms and hands confirmed what she'd guessed, and she blurted out, "All right, Catwoman! Where are you, and what the hell is going on? What am I doing in one of your costumes?"

Lois then saw Wonder Woman come from behind her! "You sound a bit confused, my dear. If I hadn't beaten you in that catfight, you'd have probably tried to use this mind control device on me," she held it up to point it out, "and heaven only knows what kind of a villainess you'd have turned me into."

"Catfight? What catfight? I was reading all about Catwoman, lost consciousness, and then woke up to find myself looking like Catwoman and all tied up. I'm not Catwoman, I'm Lois Lane."

Lois watched as Wonder Woman unclipped her magic lasso from her golden belt. She had no way of knowing this was not the real lasso, but suggestion is very strong. To her, it was; the lasso would force her to tell the truth, and so she would. "I will prove to you that you are my enemy, Catwoman." The golden lasso was draped around Lois's shoulders. "How are you dressed right now?"

"I'm in a Catwoman costume."

"Of course you are. Now, why would anybody else want to get into Catwoman's costume? Everybody would think whoever was wearing that costume was the evil villainess herself. You just read about how evil and truly wicked Catwoman is, so it must be a fact. Is Catwoman as malicious as I've heard, and you read?"

"What I read had to be true. Catwoman is evil incarnate. She's even sin embodied in her out of costume life, as a wanton whore who's also a bisexual nymphomaniac."

"Correct, and we're now in a building only two blocks from the Cat's Lair in downtown Metropolis. Catwoman commits almost all her crimes right here in Metropolis, doesn't she?"

Lois knew Catwoman did her crimes in Metropolis from what she'd read, but that bit about the lair being right next door was news. It did fit what she'd read, though. She'd just been told that everything she read was factual, and so her mind told her to readjust, since the lasso was forcing her to tell the truth. "Of course I operate primarily in Metropolis. That's where I got started, both as the feline felon and as a promiscuous prostitute. Where else should the Cat's Lair be, than close at hand?"

"So, you do admit finally that you really are Catwoman, and that everything you read, the story of your life, is true."

"Of course I'm Catwoman! I just read the story of my life, and it's all there, word for word, and backed up by lots of photos for proof."

"So, before I take you in, Catwoman, you'll acknowledge that your true name is Lois Lane."

"Why state the obvious, Wonder Woman? For the record, my name is Lois Lane, and I am Catwoman!"

As she was saying this, Wonder Woman held up a mirror. As Lois gave her name and identity, the image she saw of herself confirmed it in her mind; everything she'd read earlier was now cemented into her psyche as her past. Added to what Lois still remembered about her life as a reporter, she now had her cover life. She lived in her condo from day to day, and operated from her Lair for her evening affairs.

Just then, two tiger striped men burst into the room. "Get away from Catwoman, Wonder Woman! Leave our mistress alone!" The speaker made a point of knocking the mind control device from the Amazon's hand.

Wonder Woman made it look like she was afraid of these two, and sprang away, bounding out the door. The two kittens ignored the fleeing woman who was their prior mistress, and went to work at getting the new Catwoman free from her bondage. Once she was standing, clawed fists on her hips, Tiger went about getting the box from the other room, and placing the mind control into it. Manx then led Catwoman out the door, down the hall toward the back entrance of the building, with Tiger behind them. By now it was getting dark, and while the two tiger striped henchmen stood out, Catwoman melted into the black of the night, reflecting also the new color of her soul.

To be continued...

Lois will find a good way to put her closeness to Superman to good use.

 

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