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.
I thought I was going to get away with being an avid spectator on this story
binge, but the bug bit, so to speak. I thought to myself, 'How am I going to do
this, and do it right?'
Then I just threw caution to the wind and let my fingers do their thing!SZ
I usually get most of my stories on Fictionmania from the list traffic. I go to
the site about once every couple of days to check on what has been added to the
archive recently, and often find some real gems that I'd bet a lot of readers
who just read list stories never see. Usually the first thing I do when the site
comes up is to go to my own file of stories and see if anybody has left any
comments recently. I like to thank those who left them, or comment on replies if
such is warranted.
Even though I knew it was probably going to be Morpheus or Eric who would be the
lucky author of the fabled 2000th story, and that it was due to happen any day,
I still checked on my most recent stories first, then went back to older ones.
Sure enough, somebody had read one of my earliest stories about Lois Lane
becoming Catwoman and turning her husband Clark, otherwise known as Superman,
into her super powered female kitten. It was a bit of a surprise that they
actually liked it! I hadn't looked at the story myself in nearly a year, so I
pulled it up and reread it. Hell, if nothing else, I'd be adding to the hit
counts on my story!
As I read, I wished that I'd had the skills I now had when I wrote it. I saw so
many ways that improvements could be made that I studied it all that much
harder. That way, if I went back to my own filed copy, I'd be able to work on it
later. I had all the images and plot lines pretty well embedded in my mind.
Once all my stories had been checked, I hit the new in the last three days
button, to see what I'd missed. I halfway expected to see a big banner put up by
Mom, well, Mindy to the uninitiated, proclaiming the attainment of the goal
looked forward to for so long. Instead, I saw that there were fourteen stories
added in the past three days, with a long one by Julie at the top and a short
one by Daniel-San just below it. These were all I saw on my screen, so I clicked
on Julie's first knowing I would be in for a treat. I wasn't disappointed! I
saved it to file.
I clicked on Daniel's after backing off Julie's story, and then just worked my
way down the list, only skipping one that didn't appear to have anything in it
that would appeal to me. When I got to the sixth one down, the entry looked
different. Nobody had entered any story synopses, and even more curious was that
there were no keywords accompanying it, or even an author's name. How was I
supposed to get any idea if I'd want to read it? All it said was "Story 2000".
'Hmm, I wonder if Mom decided to get cute with the biggie to draw more readers
to it?' I thought as I clicked on the story. That thought was amplified when the
story started to come up on my screen. Or put another way, as the presumed
firework programmed by Mom came onto the screen. No story, no normal white
background, just a dark field with a huge '2000' emblazoned on it. Without
warning, the zeroes of the number started to glow brightly, and then shot forth
a seemingly solid shaft of eerie light. It enveloped my seated body, and froze
me in place on my chair.
Though I could not yet react in any way, I could feel my entire body rearranging
itself; I'd read some interesting stories about being changed while visiting
Fictionmania, but wasn't this going a bit too far? That only happened in
fiction, didn't it? No matter, I both felt and watched as my tall and trim body
shrank and became exquisitely shaped. The glasses perched on my nose disappeared
from view, and the scene before me somehow became even sharper than before. I
could see my hands and arms becoming smooth, tanned and svelte, and also watch
as my pants and shirt changed into a black miniskirt and white lace blouse.
The body that these clothes covered turned out to be almost ideal; well, ideal
to me, anyway. I could tell from the way that my view of my legs was blocked
that I had a pretty hefty chest, and couldn't wait to find out just how big
these hooters were. Wait a minute, what was I thinking? Had my mind altered so
much already that I was not only accepting what had been done to me, but also
liked the idea? When I found that I could move once again, I got up from the now
blank screen on my computer and walked to the vertical mirror on my door.
The first thing I saw were the shoes on my feet, and more specifically, the
heels on those shoes. Had I really walked with ease over to the mirror in these
stilettos? Then I saw the face that met my eyes. It was familiar somehow, where
had I seen that face before? Now I know! I am looking at the visage of Teri
Hatcher as Lois Lane from the dear departed Lois & Clark TV show. I shook my
head in this realization, and watched my long raven tresses sway back and forth
around my beautiful face. I've been turned into a real, live Lois Lane!
My dreams have come true; somehow, I've been turned from someone that writes
stories about his favorite fetish into the very object of that fetish, who can
now write even more professionally. As I turned away from admiring my new image,
I saw what I should have noticed when walking to the mirror. Everything in my
room now looked eminently feminine, with no sign of my old aircraft pictures or
even my photos and artwork of heroines like Batgirl and Catwoman. It all looked
so much neater, too. I guess Lois is a better housekeeper!
I looked into my dresser and saw all kinds of feminine underwear and support
garments, and figured correctly that whatever had changed me had changed
everything to do with my life, also. This made me want to see what I had for
clothes in my closet. I slid open the door, and saw innumerable dresses and
skirts ranging from workday to ballroom finery. The shoes and boots I saw on the
floor below them made me gasp, but then I figured that I must lead a pretty good
lifestyle. The shelf above them carried what looked for all the world like wig
boxes, and as I checked one, found that my guess was right; I was looking at a
human hair ash blonde wig that had to be at least waist length.
Then I spotted an almost perfectly concealed latch on the wall behind the
dresses. I reached thru them and pulled up on this latch; the whole back wall of
the closet turned out, opening to another room, or at least a huge closet. I
stepped through this opening, and the gasp I uttered might have been loud enough
to be heard by my neighbors.
Inside this room was a rack holding a Catwoman costume, along with all the
accompanying accessories. There also appeared to be a large number of other
costume parts, almost in a mix and match arrangement. Now I knew; not only had I
been turned into Lois Lane, but just as in the story I'd just been reading, I
was also Catwoman! I also seemed to have enough disguises on hand to take the
place of any of my enemies. My enemies? What was I thinking...
I knew exactly what I was thinking! "Meowwwrrrr!
With a still beautiful but now more malicious looking face, I closed my lair's
door behind me and went back to my computer. I hit the back button and found a
note warning readers about the possible effects of opening the "Story 2000"
file. "Ha!" I almost screamed. "You're way too late! I am the object of my old
dreams, and I can't wait to see what else has changed!"
* * * * *
The author is really still sitting here wishing something like that could
happen, but would like to hear from you if you have any comments. I hope you
liked it!