The Further Adventures of Lois Lane
A Picture In Pink

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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.

Coast City, California, was renowned the world over for the Museum of Science and Engineering which had occupied pride of place in the center of its downtown promenade. Coast City was also the home of the world famous, no, make that galaxy famous hero, Green Lantern. Over countless years, he had fought evil and protected this planet, and most especially, his hometown, Coast City. It had been with great pride, then, that Coast City had sent one of its museum displays, a tribute to Green Lantern, on a nationwide tour.

That tour had been making a two-week stop in Metropolis, and Daily Planet reporter Lois Lane was covering the exhibit to do an in-depth article on Green Lantern. It was no coincidence that the actual Green Lantern was a good friend of Superman, Metropolis' own local hero, who was a good friend, if not lover, of Lois Lane.

The curator from the Museum of Science and Engineering had been in the process of giving Lois a personal, early morning tour of the exhibit so that she could get more details without the crowd that would gather after the doors opened at 10:00AM. He was proudly showing to Lois a portion of the exhibit, detailing some of the more prominent foes Green Lantern had faced and defeated over the years. When they got to a series of photos and artists' conceptions of a female in an incredibly form fitting pink costume fighting the Emerald Guardian, Lois asked, "Who is this breathtaking woman fighting Green Lantern?"

The curator, almost in awe, told Lois about the stories handed down about Star Sapphire, a powerful woman who claimed to be the Queen of a far off world of interstellar amazons called the Zamarons. He told Lois about the way Star Sapphire tried, almost endlessly, to subdue Green Lantern and take him back to her realm as her consort. It was eventually determined that Star Sapphire was actually a woman born of this Earth, chosen by the Zamarons to be their Queen, since she, alone among all females observed throughout the galaxy, most resembled their own dying Queen. While her true identity was known to Green Lantern, the public had never been told who Star Sapphire really was. The world at large knew only that the beautiful gem which gave this Earth woman her unworldly powers also controlled her mind, forcing her to attempt the subjugation of Green Lantern.

The reason Star Sapphire was trying in vain to subdue and marry Green Lantern was that she was actually Carol Ferris, a woman madly in love with Green Lantern. The alien female warriors had given the gem to Carol, their chosen Queen, to prove to her he was inferior to her and not worthy of her love. Carol fought the idea, so they had the gem control her mind, making Star Sapphire want to seek out and subdue the male she wanted to love. Green Lantern eventually discovered the connection between his friend, Carol, and his enemy, Star Sapphire. This was the reason the museum now held the actual gem.

As Lois was examining the pictures and artwork of the mysterious woman in pink, the curator proclaimed, "Who could forget those incredible battles between the woman of interstellar royalty and our own humble Green Lantern!" Then, picking up the replica of the Star Sapphire costume that was being considered for addition to the display, he held it in front of Lois, and remarked, "No one knows who the mystery woman really was. Perhaps you should pose in her costume, Miss Lane. You certainly bear a striking resemblance to her!"

Lois took the leotard from his hands, and holding it in front of herself as she would a dress she was contemplating buying, mused to herself, 'I've often wondered what it would be like to have a double life, wearing a costume for a disguise. But I'll leave that to Superman, he has enough fun at doing that...' Then, as she looked up to the curator, Lois said, "Much as I'd like to pose in this costume for you here at the museum, I have too much work to do at the Planet."

"I'll tell you what, Miss Lane," the curator continued. "I'll let you borrow this copy of the costume to help you with your article. It isn't of any real use to us here for the exhibit. I can't let you have the gem, though. It is much too valuable. I do have a copy of the gem, in the back room; let me go get it for you."

While he was scampering off, Lois once again held the costume's leotard in front of herself, where she could see a reflection in the glass of a display case. "Gosh, he's right," Lois said to herself. "I do bear a distinct resemblance to her." Then she folded up the leotard, and gathered the remaining parts of the costume into a bag, while waiting for the curator to return.

He soon reappeared, with a beautiful purple gem in his hands. "This is only a fake," he told Lois. "We're guarding the actual Star Sapphire gem here in the display, watching it with so many sensors you'd be awed. I hope this material will be of help in your article, Miss Lane."

Lois thanked him, then took her leave as a huge crowd surged through the opening doors. Neither Lois nor the curator had noticed that the gem in the display case was decidedly dull, compared to the gleaming glow of the gem given to Lois.

* * * * *

Lois kept her bag close at hand during the entire work day at the Planet. She didn't want any of the other reporters, especially her friend, but strong rival, Clark Kent, to get wind of what she was working on. Her proximity to the bag, however, was doing more than protect it from the prying eyes of interlopers.

Unbeknownst to Lois, the curator had made a grave mistake in setting up his display. The gem that he was guarding religiously was actually the bogus replica. The genuine Star Sapphire, empowered all those years ago by its interstellar Amazon owners, was in the bag held near and dear by Lois. She could not feel it, but the gem had recognized another potential Queen nearby, and was emitting low-powered waves of energy to suitably modify the replica costume around it into an appropriate garb for her. It also started to aim energy waves at Lois herself, designed to lower her mental barriers.

When Lois got home to her apartment building, near enough to the Planet that she could easily see it from her 16th floor corner location, she collected her mail at the ground level box, then got into the elevator to go upstairs. Lois stuck out a finger with much more poise than normal, and hit the 16 button. She sorted her mail while ascending, and seeing nothing but bills and ads, Lois scowled, then dropped the mail in her bag. When the elevator finally dinged at the 16th floor, Lois picked up her bag and literally marched down the hallway to her door. She unlocked it, then swung it open majestically. As yet, Lois was completely unaware of the almost regal way in which she was behaving, quite different from her usual flip attitude.

Lois placed the bag on her couch, and put her purse on the end table closer to the door. Her phone was also on this table, and the messages light was blinking, indicating one message waiting. She punched the button. "Beep. Lois, its Superman. I got your message from Clark, and seeing you for dinner at your place tomorrow evening is an excellent idea. See you then. Bye! Beep...Tuesday, June 16, 4:45PM...Beep." Lois grinned, then started to turn toward her kitchen to fix some dinner.

The turn Lois started, ended as she faced her couch. She picked up the bag from the couch, and proceeded to her bedroom. On a whim, Lois had decided to try on the costume. The gem was now influencing her thoughts with more authority. Lois took the four pieces of mail she'd thrown into the bag earlier, and put them on top of her dresser. This done, she carefully pulled each segment of the costume out of the bag, and set them on her bed. The last items removed from the bag were the heaviest, the boots. Lois now looked more closely at them than she had earlier in the morning at the Expo Center. When she noted the height of the heels, Lois said to no one in particular, "My God! Look at these heels! How the hell could Star Sapphire stand, let alone walk, in these things? Oh well, if she could, I guess I can."

With the entire costume now laid out on her bed, Lois took off her shoes, and put them under her bed. She doffed her work clothes, and hung them, then stripped off her bra, panty hose and panties. These were thrown into the dirty clothes hamper. Not wanting to soil the museum's costume, Lois then turned on the taps in her shower, and when the water got warm, she stepped in to get a quick clean up.

Almost the entire time Lois was soaping down and then rinsing off, her thoughts dwelt upon the dinner she would host for Superman the following evening. She couldn't wait! While she had talked with Superman on a number of occasions, and become enthralled with him during the various escapades in which he'd saved her from an early oblivion, Lois had not yet had the occasion to meet with the Man of Steel in an intimate setting.

While she was toweling herself dry, Lois caught sight of the pink costume, waiting on her bed, out the corner of her eye. She got to thinking, 'I wonder what happened to the original wielder of that mystical gem with the awesome power? Why has no one heard from her? Where could she be now? Oh, what I'd give to actually meet that lady!' Lois got out her hair dryer, and brushed her hair dry, noting when she'd finished that the style seemed to have changed a little bit from her normal look. The gem was continuing its subtle work. Little did Lois know yet, that she was soon going to BE that lady!

Lois turned off the light and exhaust fan in her bathroom, then went to stand at her bed, looking down at the costume. Why did she so much want to see what she would look like wearing it? Where was the compulsion coming from? 'Oh, what the hell,' she thought, 'just do it!'

Lois reached for the pink leotard, and feeling the exquisite texture of the material, said to herself, "I don't remember it feeling this nice this morning. Weird." Without bothering to put on any underwear, Lois slipped her feet and legs through the leg holes of the leotard, and pulled it up to her waist. She stuck both hands into its sleeves, then finished pulling it up over her torso. Her breasts filled out the stretchy front nicely, forming individual, well-rounded globes, with her nipples becoming erect, extending outward to form noticeable bumps on the upper front faces of these globes.

Lois looked down upon this display of pulchritude, then cupped her breasts in her hands, and uttered a surprised, "Wow!" Just above the breasts, the leotard opened into a broad V, with its outer lips folded over more and more as they got to the shoulders, becoming a large white collar standing proud behind her neck.

Lois picked up the wide white belt with a large purple star design on its front face, and put it around her waist. She felt her waist being pulled in considerably as she hooked it together behind her back. Lois brought her hands down to her now tiny waist, and found out just how narrow it had become by almost reaching around it with her spread fingers and thumbs. 'Phew!' thought Lois. 'I sure wish I had clothes that could do this for my body!'

She grabbed the purple gloves, and after what felt like oozing her hands into them, marveled at the way they hugged her hands and wrists before flaring into wide cuffs on her forearms. Each fingertip molded precisely around the nails on her fingers, giving Lois the impression that her hands had been spray painted with a thick purple paint.

At this point, Lois started to wonder about the quality the museum had put into this copy of the costume. The museum hadn't. This was hardly the costume Lois had been loaned earlier in the morning. The gem was working its magic through Lois, its newly chosen Queen. Working on the costume all day in the bag, the gem had prepared it so that as Lois put on each piece, it became the original.

Lois took hold of the pink boots, and once again, took note of the height of their heels. 'I've got to check these,' she thought. Going to the desk in her living room with one of the boots in her left hand, Lois noted the way her bulbous breasts bounced as she walked, even with her (her?) leotard clinging tightly to them. She reached into the top right drawer, and pulled out a ruler.

Lois stood the ruler on its end, then butted the back of the boot's heel up to its edge. A loud expletive escaped from Lois' lips, then, "Six and a half inches! No wonder they looked high!" She thought of the torture of her poor little size seven feet in these boots, then figured she had nothing to worry about; she wasn't going to do any walking in them, just standing in front of a mirror for a minute or two.

Back in her bedroom, Lois sat on the edge of her bed to open up the boots, then zip them on. 'The fit is too good to be true,' she thought. She was right. The uppers of the pink boots clung as tightly to her ankles, tendons and calves as the gloves had to her hands. Lois stood, turned to look down at the backs of her legs, and was astonished at the shape of her calves, brought on by the arch of the heels and soles. Bending down now from a much higher angle, Lois got the pink tiara, and put it into the hair above her forehead while watching her reflection in the mirror over her dressing table. Now she realized why her hair had looked different when she'd brushed it out. It looked just like Star Sapphire's had in the pictures Lois had seen earlier in the morning.

Lois crouched this time, since that was more stable, and picked up the pink domino mask off the bed, wondering what held it in place. She turned once more to face her mirror, and with both hands, lifted the mask into position over her eyes. Lois was more than a bit stunned when it sucked down close to the skin of her face, staying in place without need of any glues or straps. This should have made Lois worried, but the gem was strong enough now to have her dismiss the thought. She saw the gaping hole in the front of her tiara, and before turning back to her bed, took in her almost finished reflection. "Oh wow!" Lois said. "That curator was right. I DO look just like Star Sapphire!"

As she knelt on only one knee, Lois reached for what she thought to be the fake gem the curator had passed to her. Her gloved right hand picked up the now strongly glowing purple gem, and while her left hand steadied the tiara, started to insert the gem into the hole in the tiara. She never finished the insertion. The gem leapt from her fingertips into its receptacle, at home for the first time in years. Lois felt a wave of some inexplicable energy flow through her body, and closed her eyes as she turned to face her mirror again. As she opened her eyes, Lois saw her new self. "I AM Star Sapphire!" she proclaimed regally.

* * * * *

Ultra high stiletto heels or not, Star Sapphire posed majestically, standing tall with her legs straight and her chest projected forward, hands on her hips and arms akimbo. She marched from Lois' deep plush carpeted bedroom into the wood floored living room, her heels now clicking smartly as she walked with ease. As she faced the window over the couch, Star Sapphire pointed her right hand at the window. A bolt of purple energy surged from her fingertips, and the window raised to an open position, along with its adjacent screen. She soared out the open window, thrilled at the feeling of flight.

Hovering outside the window with her left leg bent at the knee and lifted from the hip, right leg straight down with the toes pointed down, purposely looking as sexy as possible to any onlookers, Star Sapphire once again pointed her right hand at the window and screen. The purple bolt left them in the same position they'd been in before she departed. She then turned, and streaked toward the streets of Metropolis to hunt for the man she must subdue. Why, though, should she try to find Superman, her selected consort? Let him find her!

Star Sapphire started creating havoc on the dimming streets of Metropolis. Fire hydrants hit with bolts of purple energy blew apart, water geysering skyward. Streetlights starting to turn on in the approaching darkness were plinked at with what appeared to be purple laser beams projected from her royal fingertips. Stoplights at road intersections were given similar treatment, resulting in massive pileups. Star Sapphire spotted a police car with its driver standing behind the open door, talking into a microphone leading in to the dashboard. The car was soon upside down atop a lamppost, the policeman hanging on for dear life to the steering wheel.

Star Sapphire's efforts had their desired effect. A red and blue streak came flashing out of the sky, materializing into the form of Superman, who came to earth directly in front of her highness. "Star Sapphire! We haven't seen you in years, what brings you to Metropolis?" queried the Man of Steel.

"I'm here to prove my superiority to you, Superman," replied Star Sapphire, as she spread her legs and put her fists on her hips in a defiant pose. "I have to return to my subjects on Zamaron, and you will be coming with me as my consort."

Superman puzzled over this for a moment, then asked, "I thought you were trying to take Green Lantern for a husband. Why did you have a change of heart?"

Superman was stunned to hear her answer. "The old Star Sapphire may have been infatuated with Green Lantern. I have chosen you, Superman, as the man to sire my children, the future rulers of the galaxy."

As he regained his composure, Superman replied, "I have no intention of leaving Earth, my adopted planet, or giving you children with which to conquer worlds. In addition, because of the destruction you've caused, I must bring you to face the authorities."

As Superman reached to grab her left wrist, Star Sapphire shot a bolt of purple energy directly from her forehead. It smashed into his chest, propelling him backwards into a parked car, demolishing it as it halted his motion. "I am a Queen," she raged. "I subject myself to no authorities! I see that you will not be easily subdued by force. If I cannot win you by force, my beloved, I will win you by guile! Farewell, for now!"

As Superman was extricating himself from the mangled mass of metal, which had once been an automobile, he watched Star Sapphire soar skyward, leaving the scene at a speed he cared not to estimate. 'By Rao,' he thought. 'A new Star Sapphire, with a heart-set desire for me, not Green Lantern. I wonder where she came from, searching for a super powered mate with which to produce children.' He did a quick zoom climb, then Superman did a quick spin, scanning the skies all around himself in search of his new nemesis. His super vision found nothing, for Star Sapphire had quickly traversed the mere blocks to her home, and was already closing her windows from the inside.

When he got back to his, that is, Clark's apartment, Superman got out his JLA communicator and put in a call for Green Lantern. The JLA's computer onboard the orbiting headquarters informed him that Green Lantern was not on the satellite, nor was he responding to paging calls. Superman assumed that meant that his best source of information on this new pink peril was probably off world somewhere on a mission. Superman was on his own.

Star Sapphire was not a normal criminal, using her powers to increase her own wealth or destroy other's property. She had a dual purpose of tracking down and dominating her chosen mate, and protecting her realm. Since she was nowhere near her subjects, and had already finished with her attempts to subjugate Superman for now, Star Sapphire relinquished her hunting uniform for a regal looking nightgown, the gem instantly changing the clothes. Her sapphire gem was held in a brooch on a necklace draped over her neck.

She was once again Lois, more or less, at least physically. Her mind was still controlled by the gem. Lois caught a glimpse of herself in the vertical mirror outside her bedroom door, and stopped to preen. "Ah," she said. "I just love what the sapphire has done for me! Wait! This necklace...Oh, Superman, guile will win! Just wait until tomorrow evening..." She then retired for the evening.

* * * * *

Lois had a totally new experience in getting dressed for work the next morning. She willed clothes to appear on her body after her shower, and what she saw showed that the gem had answered her request from the night before. The gem provided a pale blue business suit with a white lace blouse, all of which augmented her body the same way her hunting outfit had. The sapphire appeared in a brooch pinned to the left chest of her blouse, covered by the jacket. Her skirt bordered on being daring, showing almost all of her perfectly sculpted legs, which resided in ultra sheer black hose. Blue pumps to match the suit were on her feet, rising gloriously on five-inch heels.

Needless to say, Lois was the subject of more than the normal amount of ogling at the Planet. Many of her coworkers wondered what kind of makeover Lois had gone in for.

One they would never guess.

The workday went by with no major events transpiring, other than Lois being given the assignment to do a story on the appearance, the night before, of a pink clad villainess who almost defeated Superman. She resisted the impulse to feel insulted at being called a villainess, and did a story which had details in it that no one dared to question. Two people did get on Lois' nerves during the day, and found that she was not a person to get riled anymore. One was her old rival in both love and profession, Lana Lang, and the other was a copy boy who could not stop staring at her newly enhanced figure.

Lana Lang had known Superman as Superboy while they grew up together in Smallville, Kansas. Lana lost track of Superboy when they ended up going to universities far from one another, letters being their only form of contact. She had her suspicions about the connection between Clark Kent and Superboy just as Lois had hers about Clark and Superman. Lana took the same major in university that Clark did, journalism, and had no idea that one day she'd be working almost side by side with him.

While Clark and Lois worked together in the newspaper division of Galaxy Communications, Lana worked in the television division as an on the air reporter. Her tall stature, with well endowed model proportions and looks, combined with her shoulder length fiery red hair, gave Lana a video presence envied by many of her peers and a sure shot at a news desk spot long before any of her contemporaries.

Lana's proximity to her old friend, now Superman, made for a bit of rivalry between herself and Lois. So the setting was ripe when Lana dropped into the Planet's newsroom in mid-afternoon after editing some video footage she and a news team had shot earlier in the day. She had intended to find Clark and see what was new, but happened to spot Lois at her desk first.

Lana knew every detail of her rival's anatomy, since she had to make sure she always made a better impression on Superman. The Lois she saw was more than a bit different from her earlier recollections, and now had Lana wondering if the breast augmentation surgery she'd recently undergone was sufficient. Lois looked like she'd turned into a Greek Goddess...a Greek Goddess with huge breasts and an impossibly perfect figure!

Lana sauntered over to Lois' desk, then said, "Hello, Lois. Working hard, or hardly working?"

Lois looked up upon hearing a voice that grated on her nerves, and saw Lana leaning against the rail. "Hello, yourself, Lana. What brings you into the world of the primitive news media?"

Animosity was building at a dangerous rate as Lana replied, "I was hoping to catch Clark, but since I found you first, would you tell me how the hell you started looking like Aphrodite personified?"

Lois started to boil inside, and got an idea for a way to put Lana to good use. "Lana, what I have done is not something we can discuss in the open," Lois said, as she stood. "Come with me, and I'll fill you in on a story you would love to hear, but won't be showing on TV!"

It wasn't until Lois stood that Lana caught sight of the stiletto heels on her feet. Lana blurted, "My God, Lois!" When she noted the faces turning in her direction, Lana lowered her voice to continue, "You're even wearing a whore's fuck me shoes! What has gotten into you?"

Lois put a Cheshire Cat grin on her lips, used one finger to pull Lana by her lapel, and said, "Follow me, inquisitive one. You're going to really enjoy what I do for you!"

Lois led Lana to an unused conference room, and once inside, did what Lana thought was a simple locking of the door. Lois did more than lock it, she sealed it and the rest of the room so no one could get in or out, or hear anything that went on in the room.

Lana was led to an open spot in the front of the room, then was astounded to see a bolt of purple energy leap from Lois' fingers to her own feet. Her dressy three-inch spike heeled shoes became glued to the floor. Lana's first thought was to pull her feet from the shoes, but found that the straps around her ankles now had tiny locks on them.

When Lana looked up again, she saw an aura around Lois. When this purple glow dissipated, she saw a majestic figure in pink, with boot heels that made Lois' stilettos look tame. "Lois?!?" Lana shouted, "is that you?"

"Yes, indeed, my erstwhile enemy," Star Sapphire responded, "I have been given a gift of tremendous power. I am Star Sapphire. Lois is merely my tool for day to day activities, and I've decided that you could be put to very good use. But first, I'm going to have a bit of fun at your expense. You accused me of wearing a whore's fuck me shoes back at the desk, Lana. You've already got what I would call a whore's tits, with a little bit of silicone in them. So let's see what you look like as a whore, Lana!"

Star Sapphire gestured toward Lana, and a purple glow enveloped her. When the energy field dissipated, Lana was a changed woman.

Her businesslike three-inch heels had been replaced by towering seven-inch stiletto heels. Lana's legs were encased in black fishnet hose, and had a black PVC miniskirt at their tops, stopping just below her uncovered crotch. The bulbous tits on her chest had pierced nipples with tiny rings in them, covered by a black spandex long sleeved leotard that clung tightly to every square inch of Lana's body above the skirt. A studded black choker was wrapped around her neck, and inch long, elegantly sculpted red painted fingernails adorned Lana's hands. Her red mane now fell to Lana's tiny waist, and the makeup on her face was severe to the Nth degree.

Lana looked down with her hands held out in front of her, and gaped in awe at the image she saw. Even worse, she felt a burning need in her crotch.

"So Lana, how does being a slutty whore suit you? I could leave you that way, and make you want it badly," Star Sapphire said, teasing her. "But don't worry, I have better plans for you!" She gestured at Lana, and her original form returned.

"How would you like a taste of raw power Lana, to be used in working with me as an accomplice in my plans?" Star Sapphire then asked her.

Lana took in her offer, considered it for a moment, then replied, "Help you in what way, Star Sapphire? From what I heard of last night, and from what I've seen so far, it would appear that you are a force for evil, and that is the opposite of my inner feelings for good!"

"You know, Lana, that is the second time today I've been referred to as being evil," Sapphire said. "I'm starting to wonder if maybe I am. But if you have a problem with that, I can fix it for you very quickly!" She gestured at Lana, and the redhead froze in position as a wave of energy rolled through her. When she could move again, Lana stood tall, with one hand balled into a fist and resting on her hips, and a sneer formed on her lips.

"How do you feel about working with me now, Lana?"

"Lana?" the redhead replied. "Who's Lana? My name is Lynx. I want desperately to work with you, Mistress!"

Star Sapphire gestured at the locks on her shoes, and they disappeared, along with the attraction to the floor. "Come to me, Lynx, and I'll give you the power you need to help me, and an appropriate costume for your new identity," Sapphire told her. Lynx walked with feline grace to the side of her new Mistress.

Star Sapphire waved, and the clothes disappeared from Lynx's body. "Now then, my dear kitten, let's see if we can help out the man-made work that has already been done on your form," she said, "to give you a shape adequate for the costume you'll wear." A purple aura formed around the redhead, and started reworking her form.

When the purple faded away, Lynx stood there in a body she'd have died for in her past identity. Her face remained the same model-perfect form she'd worn in the past, but her red hair now streamed to her ass, in flowing waves. The silicone in her breasts was gone, for the massive solid flesh melons projecting straight out from her chest, defying gravity, needed no man-made assistance. She now had a wasp waist, without the help of a corset, and the way her hips and ass flowed out from that waist gave Lynx her own goddess-like shape. She looked so much like the whore she'd just been appalled at seeing, but now felt natural, even proud of her new form.

"Ooooo, Mistress, I love what you've done for my body," purred Lynx.

"Just wait, Lynx," replied Star Sapphire, "the best is yet to come!" Once again, a purple aura formed around Lynx, this time cladding her in the costume she would use in her activities.

When the aura cleared, Lynx was standing in a power pose, with her legs spread and arms akimbo. There was a tiny tan domino mask covering her eyes and nose, with short whiskers attached to the nose. A tan sleeveless leotard with a plunging V-neck and a scoop back, and French cut legs, was on her torso. A thin black belt wound around her tiny waist, and had a short, curved, tan tail hanging from its rear. There were tan opera length gloves on Lynx's arms, catlike claws at each fingertip. Finishing her costume was a pair of tan thigh high boots that had six and a half-inch stiletto heels to match those worn by her Mistress.

"You are now in your true form, Lynx," said Star Sapphire. "But like myself, you will still have to fool those around you in your day to day activities. Keep the name of Lana Lang whenever you aren't in costume, and continue to work her job. Your powers are magical, and can be used to do almost anything your mind can imagine. Use them carefully, so that you won't be compromised in your roles. Now, use your newly acquired abilities to change back to your Lana form so we can go back out into the office."

With that, two extremely well-built costumed ladies turned into two extremely well-built business women, Lois in the clothes she'd worn into the room, Lana in clothes that were similar to those she'd worn into the room, but had been suitably modified to properly contain her new figure.

Lana left her Mistress, to get back to the TV studios. She was already thinking of ways for Lynx to go to work that evening.

The one copy boy who got a bit too close for his own good while staring at Lois, found out the hard way what the sapphire was capable of. Lois took him by the hand to an unoccupied back storeroom, and told him, "Since you are so fascinated by the figure I have and the form I wear, maybe you should get a better feeling for it."

He thought he was going to be in heaven, with Lois stripping for him and getting physical.

Instead, the gem bathed him in a purple aura, and as it faded, the person in the aura had been changed to fit the old feminine ideals the copy boy had imagined.

The copy boy no longer matched that appellation, for she was a petite bimbo with waist length blonde hair. She had a top heavy chest over a miniscule waist, with beautifully rounded hips and a perfectly shaped ass flaring nicely over gorgeous legs. Being nude would not be humiliating enough, so the bimbo was dressed in a black leather minidress, with knee high black patent leather boots with six-inch heels laced onto her tiny size 5 feet.

Lois let her take in what had been done to her for a few moments, watching with menacing glee the looks on her face as she stood frozen to the spot she stood on. Then Lois wiped the memories in her brain clean, leaving a blank slate. She was given the name of Kuty Kitty, and just enough intelligence to handle sex and counting money. A hint was also left in her now microscopic mind to put her name to good use, and make a costume to match it, which she could then wear if she wanted to turn to crime to augment her income. The whorish makeup on her face was appropriate for her new job, walking the streets of Metropolis at night.

Lois went home very satisfied with what she'd accomplished that day.

* * * * *

Lois had two hours to prepare for her dinner date with her selected consort. The meal was actually prepared in a normal manner, the gem being reserved for the action to come. The table was set with white linen, two candles in its center. Lois took the roast out of the oven and put it on a cutting board next to the candles. The string beans and carrots were put into serving dishes, and the rolls into a bun warmer.

Superman's timing was impeccable. He actually knocked on the door, as opposed to flying in a window, just as the bun warmer was placed on the table.

Superman ate dinner in his costume, as Lois had requested the day before. Lois had used the gem to dress herself in a metallic silver, floor length formal dress, five-inch heeled sandals adorning her feet. She did not want Superman to recognize the sapphire, so had it hidden on the necklace inside her bodice. As dinner was ending, the two got into small talk, Lois edging closer to him until she persuaded him to move to the couch. There, Lois snuggled up close to her selected mate.

Lois pulled the necklace up from her chest, saying, "Superman, there is a family heirloom that I want you to wear for me. It would mean so much to see you join with me this closely."

Superman saw no harm in humoring the odd request Lois made, and pulled the necklace down over his head. No sooner had he done so, than he felt his body freeze. He watched with terror as the visage in silver to his left became dressed in a pink costume with which he was now eminently familiar.

Star Sapphire stood up and turned to look down upon her frozen prey, then said, "Yes, Superman. I am now the new Star Sapphire. My gem is now around your neck, but it is still in my control. I command you to stand before your Queen!" Superman rose to his feet. "Now, show your homage, slave. Kiss my boots, show me that you have given yourself to me!" The Man of Steel resisted, but fell to his knees, then bent in supplication. His lips came to rest on the toes and insteps of her boots.

Satisfied, Star Sapphire then had Superman stand once more, and said, "You are mine. Tell me how much you love me, slave, how much you yearn to become my mate."

To this, Superman brought up enough resistance to defy the gem, and said a curt, "No."

In a rage, Star Sapphire ripped the gem from his neck, putting it back in its rightful place. "Very well, Superman! If I cannot have you for a mate, then let my gem make it so that no woman shall!" Her thoughts from earlier in the day came to the fore. "You're going to enjoy your new life. It will be very simple. I was called a villainess earlier today, wrongly I felt at the time. But if I cannot have you, my purpose has become void. I will take up the role I have been assigned. Your world is about to feel the wrath of a scorned Queen, acting with as much evil as I can imagine! Now, be changed!"

A purple aura enveloped the still frozen Superman, and if the image that came out of the aura earlier in the day was incredible, the changes it wrought on Superman were unbelievable. There was not a hint of decency in the body of the five foot tall, raven haired beauty standing there exuding sex. She had the face of a goddess, modified with makeup to portray the sex hungry slut she had become. There were nipple clamps attached to the swollen nipples on her at least DDD sized mammaries, with a thin silver chain connecting them.

Just below these incredible orbs was a black leather corset which pulled in her already small waist to an unbelievable hourglass shape. There was also a black leather collar around her neck, studded with silver stars, and a number of attached D-rings, one of which had an attached chain. Her arms were restrained behind her back, the wrists wrapped in black leather cuffs locked to each other. Similar cuffs held her ankles together, perched atop shiny black six-inch heeled lock strap shoes.

Star Sapphire viewed her new slave with satisfaction, then decided to add two more items. An orange ball gag appeared between the opened wide lips of this new live love doll, strapped around her head. Then a chastity belt appeared, strapped tightly around her nether regions, with a vibrating dildo stuck into each orifice, locked as were her other items of bondage paraphernalia.

The mind of Superman was wiped from her brain, replaced with the identity of Missy, a raving sadomasochistic nymphomaniac. In her raging haste to change Superman, however, Star Sapphire neglected one small detail.

Though she was, at the moment, unaware of it, Missy had access to all the awesome powers of Superman.

Star Sapphire dropped off her toy in the middle of the street in the red light district of Metropolis, knowing that she would be given a good home. By coincidence, she also spotted Kuty, the ex-copy boy from earlier in the day, eagerly displaying her body in trying to gain customers. Her new partner, Lynx, was seen casing the front of a jewelry store, but Sapphire noted that Lynx must have thought tan inappropriate for night, because her costume was now jet black.

Star Sapphire was satisfied with her change in attitude. She would become the villainess she had been accused of being earlier in the day. The world would come to rue the reappearance of the mystery woman in pink. She left the scene, and flew back to her apartment, wreaking havoc sporadically below her as she did so.

* * * * *

Missy was picked up immediately after being dropped off, but not the way Star Sapphire had imagined. A patrolling policeman by the name of Robert O. Kley, known by all his fellow police men and women as Robo (cop), spotted the bound brunette shaking in orgasm after orgasm on the side of the street, and immediately assumed she was the victim of somebody's bad idea of a joke. The cop pulled the gag off her head, then tried to take off her chastity belt, but found it locked. Robo brought her to his car, where her moans and shrieks at each orgasm got him more excited than he needed to be. The lock-pick kit in the patrol car made quick work of Missy's chastity belt, and the resulting quiet after the dildos were turned off calmed the situation down a bit. With nothing else available to cover her nether regions, however, he placed the chastity belt back in position, with both deactivated dildos replaced in their respective orifices, but with the belt not locked this time.

Before he had a chance to pick the locks on Missy's wrist and ankle cuffs, Robo was astounded to see her stretch, and the cuffs go flying from each appendage. Missy had the same look of astonishment on her face as did Robo. "How did I do that?" she cooed in a voice that dripped sexiness.

"The only persons I've heard of that could pull a feat like that," he answered, "are Wonder Woman, Superman and Supergirl. You, my dear, don't appear to be any of them. Who are you, anyway?"

Missy snuggled up closer to Robo, then said, "My name is Missy. Will you lay me?"

He looked deeply into the face of this apparently sex-crazed bimbo, and said, "I'm sorry, Missy, but as fetching as you look, sex on the job is not a good idea. I'm going to have to take you to the station for processing, and to get some clothes for you."

"NO!!!" Missy screamed, and before Robo could grab her, she bolted from the car. In the process, Missy ripped the front passenger side door off the vehicle. In her attempt to leap away from the car once she was out, Missy found herself soaring through the night sky. She barely missed a 747 on approach to Metropolis International Airport, then started to think about slowing down. Instincts hidden in the back of her mind gave Missy the inclination to bend and twist, and soon she was hovering far above the Earth's surface.

The activities of the past few minutes made something deep in Missy's mind start to come alive. Apparently, the super intellect that Star Sapphire had tried to wipe out was stronger than she'd imagined. Slowly, memories started to come to the fore in Missy's mind, confusing her at first, but then becoming assertive. Before Missy's sex programming was completely overridden, however, she took her hands and ran them over the leather restraining her torso, then played with the nipple clamps on her oversized tits. This sent waves of pleasure through her body. Missy looked down and marveled at the sexy shoes on her feet, then tore away the chastity belt covering her sex. She used her own fingers to accomplish the sexual satisfaction she'd been denied earlier.

Superman's intellect finally came to the fore just as an intense orgasm shook her body. The shock of this feeling almost pushed Missy back into dominance. The suppressed male mind of Kal-El, Clark Kent and Superman, all one in the same, held its place, though. She rapidly took stock of the situation she was in, sensing in awe the feelings being generated by the body she now wore.

"Well, I'm obviously no longer able to call myself Superman," she mused, "so I guess I'll have to come up with something new until I can find a way to get my old form back." Then, after making another assessment of the form she now occupied, she said in a much stronger tone than she'd figured on, "But then, there isn't anything wrong with this body. If I can't change back, I could live with it. In fact, I'm starting to like the idea of keeping this body with all the sensations it has..."

The nude except for corset and shoes brunette took off her nipple clamps and choker, saving them in her balled left fist, then took off at high speed for the JLA satellite. She used her X-ray vision once she got a bit closer, and Kal found to her delight that not a soul was onboard. Even the duty desk was unmanned, being monitored by a computer. "At least I won't have to explain my form and my nudity to any of my fellow Leaguers," she mused.

After she made her way through the airlock, the ex-Superman headed for the central computer, which had been set up with a new program by Zatanna a few years earlier to generate costumes. Zatanna was toying with different costume ideas at the time, and the computer let the clothes horse see in actuality what she would look like, not just visualize it.

While she made her way to the computer, Kal noticed the clicking her heels were generating as she walked. She came to the conclusion that the aura that surrounded Superman's body, making whatever he wore as invulnerable as his body, must have still been working, even in this new sexy body, since the shoes survived the heat of flying at high mach number speeds through the atmosphere. "Good," she said to herself, "whatever I come up with for a costume will be invulnerable."

Decision time arrived as she arrived at the computer. She took the items balled in her fist and laid them on the countertop. Then, without even thinking, Kal found one of her hands cupping her breasts and toying with her nipples, while the other had its fingers playing inside a very hot and moist area. The pleasure of two more orgasms rolled through her body before Kal could gather enough presence of mind to get to the task at hand.

As she sat at the console, Kal started to think up costumes that would look good on her new body. First, just for starters, she set up a costume like her old male one. "No, I don't think so," Kal muttered under her breath. "I don't want something as unoriginal as Superwoman, and besides, Supergirl is going to want that name someday, I should think." She then started to think pink, almost as a way to get back at Star Sapphire, but also to emphasize her new femininity. Designs started to gel, and finally, she was ready to tell the computer to manufacture the costume for her.

While the computer was doing its job, Kal worked at removing her corset without destroying it, and also removed her fuck me shoes to finally become completely naked. Then she started to work on a new name for her super identity. For that matter, if she was going to have any kind of cover identity when not in costume, she'd have to have a name for that, too. "Let's see, my mind would probably be happy if I held on to part of its past, so I could use the name Missy Michaels. I might even find some way to get a job near the Planet, so I can keep an eye on Lois and see what she gets up to."

This decision by Kal, now Missy, was to prove interesting; the changes that she put into the computer's costume instructions at the last minute would reflect Missy coming back.

The computer finished its appointed task, and Missy donned her new costume. She pulled the shiny pink lycra spandex bodysuit on, covering her legs, waist and just barely, her chest. Her monstrous tits were left only half covered, the costume reaching just to the nipples and showing plenty of cleavage. She found, much to her delight, that the costume could be peeled down slightly to attach her nipple clamps. They did not hurt her invulnerable body, but sent fantastic feelings throughout her supersensitive body. The slight bulge showing in Missy's crotch hid the remotely actuated dildo she'd modified from one of those in her old chastity belt, and inserted before pulling on the unitard.

A slightly darker shade of pink was used on the knee high, six-inch heeled boots that clung tightly to her calves; Missy had grown to enjoy the feeling of the extreme heels she'd been wearing. There were pink metal armbands that Missy clamped over her wrists, with foldaway D-rings that only her supervision could see, so that she could easily put herself into bondage. In a similar manner, there were hidden panels in the heels of her boots, covering the chains to lock them together. A belt in the same shade as her boots draped loosely over Missy's hips, below her waist. A small equipment bag on the belt contained gear she would need, which so far was just a new pink ball gag she'd had the computer make.

A small pink domino mask covered her eyes, molded to fit precisely over the contours of her face. A pink choker circled her throat, with attachment rings hidden on the inner reversed side. A pale blue cape hung from her shoulders, with her magnificent mane draped over it. The cape was secured to a pair of blue diamond shaped shields attached to the top of her unitard. The shield on her right breast had a large U impressed upon it; the left side had a W. Missy had decided to call herself Ultra Woman!

With Kal's intellect now working almost side by side with Missy's, thanks to her decision to keep that name, the new superheroine with a still sadomasochistic, unquenchable nymphomaniacal sex drive was now ready to go Earthside and find her creator. She left a message at the duty desk on the satellite to explain her situation.

* * * * *

Ultra Woman found herself bathed in sunlight as she exited the satellite, and saw the terminator rapidly approaching the coastline of North America. It wasn't as sharp as the ones she'd seen earlier in her career on the surface of the Moon, but the people waking up on the Earth below would soon be seeing the predawn glow, shortly followed by blue sky and then Sol in all its blazing glory. There wasn't a cloud anywhere north of DC, and Metropolis looked like it was in for a magnificent day.

Weather wise, anyway...

Ultra Woman knew she couldn't stay in costume if she wanted to blend in at all, so she went to Clark's apartment to get his, now her, ATM cards. Credit cards were out of the question for the time being, but ATM's were another matter. Missy stripped out of her pink costume, then rummaged through Clark's clothes to find something she could wear to go shopping in later. She turned on the radio to catch up on the news while scrounging, and caught word of the destruction apparently caused by her scorned lover, and also a report of a strange robbery at Universal Gem Imports. It seems that the robbery was done with no visible sign of forced entry, and all locks were secure when the building was opened.

Missy found a pair of jockey shorts that were the next best thing to panties, even if they were too big, and a sweatshirt and sweatpants combination that just barely fit over her incredible chest. Shoes were going to be a real problem, but luckily, some of Clark's sandals could be strapped down to stay on her feet, and heat vision was used to shorten their length by about a third. She grabbed one of Clark's fanny packs to use as a makeshift purse, then headed for an ATM.

The ATM willingly spat out Clark's money to Missy while she grinned sheepishly into the monitoring camera lens. With her fanny pack now packed with greenbacks, Missy would be a tempting target for any of the lowlifes populating the streets she had to traverse to get to the shopping district. She had decided to forgo using Clark's car, because if she'd been stopped for any reason, she'd have a tough time explaining what she was doing behind the wheel of his car. Flying would be easier, but she'd attract too much attention that way, and any muggers trying to get close to her would be in for the surprise of their lives.

Before she bought any clothes, Missy decided to get an efficiency for herself. She didn't want to be seen by the public, or more importantly, Star Sapphire, going in and out of Clark's apartment. She found a small unit at a reasonable price only two blocks from the Planet's building, and the owner was easy to work with. Maybe he thought Missy was just another hooker looking for a place to hole up. 'Hey, wait just a minute,' thought Missy as she was walking away from her new domicile. 'What better way to stay on top of activity on the street...'

* * * * *

When she arrived at the Planet, Lois noted that Clark's desk was unoccupied. Before her age old suspicions came back into play though, her editor, Perry White, came out of his office to tell her that Clark's cousin just called, saying that Clark had been called the night before to go back to Smallville to tend to his parents. Perry neglected to mention anything about the sex of this cousin that called, and so Lois passed it off as another case of Clark disappearing when there was work to be done. Not as if that didn't happen a lot, it seemed.

Lois looked just as stunning as she had the day before, wearing a deep crimson outfit. Again, many pairs of eyes strayed in her direction, but none gathered her attention enough to get Lois miffed enough to use her powers. She got an interesting phone call from Lana just before lunch, asking if she'd heard about the jewelry store robbery. Without giving anything away, in case the phones were monitored, Lana told her that it seemed like some catty magic had been used, since they couldn't find any sign of entry or departure. Lois chuckled, and told Lana that she was off to a good start, then concluded the call.

* * * * *

Missy went shopping for some basic clothes at a department store, and walked out with enough outfits that by mixing and matching, she'd have enough clothes to wear in different combinations for a couple of weeks. The closets in her new efficiency were already starting to fill. Missy used her super powers to do a small modification to the efficiency, and built at blinding speed a hidden closet behind the main one in her bedroom, taking up a good bit of the space between the walls of hers and her neighbor's units. Here she hid her Ultra Woman costume, and set up racks for some more clothes she was going to go buy.

Missy changed into a jeans and yellow blouse outfit, and moved her stash from the fanny pack to the purse she'd obtained. She took off the sandals which had done their job so well, and got back into something she was more comfortable in - a pair of blue pumps with five-inch heels.. Kal didn't know it yet, but Missy's side of her personality was starting to deeply influence her activities.

Missy strutted her way to the theater district, where the more risqué clothing shops were. Here she found the clothes she would need to 'hide' out on the streets at night. Her arms almost full, Missy went further down the street, with the Kal side of her brain wondering just where she was going now, unable to stop herself. To her shock, Missy found herself entering an adult books and sex toys shop.

The person working the register in the shop gladly took Missy's pile from her arms so that she could shop. One section of the store had a large selection of paddles, whips, crops and other implements of sadism, and Missy picked out an assortment to take back to the register. She then walked into a clothing room, and was in heaven. The clerk on hand encouraged Missy to try on anything she liked, since a body like hers didn't come by too often. She found a black latex minidress set that included gloves and leggings, and couldn't wait to get into the changing booth.

Missy stripped, noting how sexy it felt to do so, then sprinkled some talcum powder into the dress. The dress was pulled ever so slowly onto her exquisitely shaped body, and when she pulled the zipper in back all the way up to the collar around her neck, Missy couldn't believe the way the latex molded to her chest. She rolled up the leggings, then pulled them into place on her legs. The tops hugged her thighs a good number of inches above the hemline of the dress. She pulled the gloves over her hands then, slowly bringing them up past her elbows, and brought the cuffs of the dress' sleeves back down over them.

Latex shining fluid was provided in the booth, and a good bit was used in bringing up the glossy black shine on her legs, arms, and finally, the dress. Missy looked into her mirror, and fell in love with the shiny black rubber maiden she saw.

When she stepped out of the booth, the clerk oooed and aahhed at what he saw. "You look divine in that latex, Ma'am. How would you like me to show you some things that would finish your look?"

"You have more that I could wear?"

"You just hold on for a minute, Ma'am! I'll be right back!"

While he was in the back room, Missy looked around the shop some more, giving other clerks and the customers a real eyeful. She should have been paid by the store for the advertising she was doing. Missy found a section selling shoes, and quickly had the clerk there fit her with a pair of shiny black ballet toed ankle boots that matched her leggings. No one there could understand how Missy easily walked back into the clothing section wearing her new shoes.

The clerk came out of the back room at about the same moment Missy came back to the booth. In his hands were a black latex hood, a latex head covering mask that laced up the back with a face almost as beautiful as her own painted on it, a black blindfold, and a black rubber penis gag. "I know you're going to just love these items, Ma'am," he said as he handed them to her. He also passed a shoulder length blonde wig to her. "If you would put on the black hood," he said, "I'd like to take some pictures of you for our future sales. I'm sure we'll get the manager to send you some money for your help."

Missy's masochism was raging through her system now, and the thought of accepting money for her services seemed so natural. She eagerly took the hood and pulled it down over her head, tucking the neck into the collar of her dress. She did a quick job of shining it up to match the rest of her latex. The clerk took a few pictures from different angles of his new black latex doll, then watched in glee as she herself put the penis gag into her mouth and tightened it around her head. Likewise, she put the blindfold over her eyes, and tied it in place.

The clerk was almost creaming his jeans at the site of the black latex bondage queen in front of him. For the last few pictures, he added cuffs to Missy's ankles, then cuffed her hands behind her back. She was totally in his control, and seemed to be loving every minute of it. Little did he know how true that was, at least for part of Missy's personality. Part of her was in horror at what she was doing. If he'd known how easily Missy could fling the bondage aside if she didn't want it, the clerk would be shocked.

This black latex goddess left the store with both arms full, and onlookers wondering how she could carry the load while walking on her tiptoes. Missy further confused the onlookers by not letting them see who was doing the carrying. To hide herself from potential enemies, Missy had put on the female face mask the clerk had conveniently brought to her, along with the blonde wig. Unless someone saw her up close, they'd never know she was masked, it was that beautifully made with ultra realistic makeup painted on. Missy's own beautiful face and long black hair were completely hidden inside this latex.

The masked being who may or may not have been Missy slowly but surely made her way back to her flat, drawing ogling eyes the whole way.

* * * * *

Missy wouldn't have recognized her if she'd seen her, but there was another result of Star Sapphire's rage in the sex shop at the same time, picking up some costume parts of her own. Kuty Kitty had picked up on Sapphire's hint, and was assembling a black latex costume using her earnings from the night before. Kuty was so glad they stocked the twenty-foot bullwhip she added to her pile of goodies. It would be the finishing touch for her transformation from mere hooker to deadly feline femme fatale.

* * * * *

Missy finished putting away all her fetish clothes next to the Ultra Woman costume, then sealed up the hidden closet. Kal was enough in charge to at least know where Missy was going next. The pleasure she'd felt while stripping in the shop had given Missy the idea for her way of making a living, and Kal was enjoying the ride. She walked a few blocks down from her home, and found an exotic dance club which appeared to have more class than the rest. Missy entered "The Pleasure Pit" and found the manager, who wanted to hire her on the spot, without even testing to see if she could dance. She would start later that afternoon during happy hour.

* * * * *

Later that evening, after baring her bodacious body and gathering huge tips in the process at the club, Missy took a quick shower, then changed for her first night of watching the streets. Kal had submerged so far behind Missy now that she failed to see the logic of patrolling the streets from the sky as Ultra Woman. She was actually looking forward to strutting her stuff on the sidewalks.

Missy dressed herself in her new latex dress, which still held its shine, and put black fishnet hose on her legs, attached to the G-string around her hips. Then she put on her pair of black stilettos from the night before, and locked the straps to make them look good. To crown it all, Missy then pulled on her female face mask, and laced it tightly behind her head. Once she had the blonde wig on, she knew that nobody, including Star Sapphire, could possibly know who she really was. In fact, she decided that this new masked person deserved her own name.

Missy was now Candace. And Candace, dressed as she was and headed for the streets full of her fellow whores, felt that Candy was much simpler and more appropriate.

Kal was now falling farther and farther into the back of her mind, with Missy, and now yet another identity becoming stronger and stronger.

* * * * *

When Candy made her way to the red light district, she found that the action was heavy, even though it was already past 10PM. Tempted as she was, she turned down the many offers for her favors that she got. Candy wanted to watch, to see what was going on. Maybe later...

Because of her observance, she spotted something that none of the other prostitutes seemed to notice. Candy had earlier tested to make sure that her vision powers would work through the tiny eye holes in her mask, and using her telescopic vision, she zoomed in on a bank down the road. There was an extremely well-built woman in a shiny black costume, which covered her from head to toe, in the process of breaking in. After she cursed herself for not being in her costume, Candy decided that black at night wouldn't be all that visible anyway, and took to the skies from a nearby alley that looked deserted.

She came down softly so that her heels wouldn't give her away, and 'Ultra Candace' approached the ebony interloper. She took in what she saw, which was a woman with abundant breasts dressed in a black latex catsuit from the top of her head to the tips of her hands and feet. The mask over her eyes had a definite cat symbolism, and the claws on her fingers looked dangerous. The heels of her boots rivaled her own shoes in height, and a short tail hung from the belt around her tiny waist.

Candy then asked bluntly, "Mind telling me what you're up to there?"

The black cat burglar turned in shock at hearing this, saw Candy looking like a whore much like herself standing there, and replied, "I am Klepto Kitty, and I'm in the process of relieving this bank of some of its riches. Who are you to ask?"

"I'm your worst nightmare, Kitty," Candy replied, "and I'm going to make sure you don't take home a penny, let alone break any of their glass."

Candy aimed her heat vision at the whip that Klepto Kitty was starting to wield, and it fell from her clawed hands after the end started to glow. Candy then grabbed both of the Kitty's wrists, and pulled them behind her back. She reached down and grabbed the whip, then wrapped it tightly around her wrists and arms. "I'm glad you have such a long whip, Kitty," remarked Candy, "it makes it that much easier to tie you up!" Candy finished by hooking the whip over the handle of the bank's door, leaving the wriggling Kitten in wait for the policemen she would call.

* * * * *

Star Sapphire and Lynx had decided to go out on a spree together that evening, and were both flying back from a shopping center where they'd switched a few customers with the mannequins they'd been looking at in the windows. The ex-mannequins, at least, seemed to be enjoying their new lifestyles.

As she looked down toward a bank, Lynx spotted a black clad woman seemingly tethered to the front door. "Mistress, let's go see if we can help that poor lady," she cried out to Star Sapphire.

A pink masked face turned toward her companion, and saw what she was pointing at. "Indeed, Lynx," she replied, "it appears that another cat burglar has entered the scene, and been halted in her tracks! Let's go!"

Before she even touched down, Star Sapphire pointed her purple glove towards the door, and the handle vanished. Klepto Kitty ran forward, then said, "Hurry, the police are on the way!"

Star Sapphire thought she recognized that voice, and as Lynx unraveled the whip from Kitty's arms, she raised a finger toward the black latex cowl, pulling it back from her face. "Ah, Kuty, I see you took my hint," she said. "Tell me, what do you call yourself in this outstanding getup?"

The black clad cat stretched her arms to flex them, baring the claws on her fingertips while doing so, then answered, "I am Klepto Kitty."

Star Sapphire thought for a moment, then said, "You have put too much effort into that fantastic looking costume to go by a name like 'Klepto Kitty', Kuty. I'm not sure how a certain feline in Gotham City would feel, but I think you deserve the name Catgirl!"

* * * * *

Candy felt she'd done enough for one night, and decided to try selling her body the next time, and so went back to her efficiency. Candace's face was unlaced and then carefully washed, then hidden with the other latex clothes. Missy quickly doffed her black latex dress and hung it, then sealed the Ultra closet once again. She was so satisfied with the day's activities that she decided right then and there that this female form she'd been given was the best thing that ever happened to her.

Missy's mind was at peace, knowing that she was a super heroine who already had done one good deed (or so she thought) and had a job paying infinitely better than her old newspaper job, while giving her oodles of enjoyment. Sooner or later, probably sooner, she would use her time on the streets more profitably, also. She couldn't wait to buy an outfit like the one that cat burglar she'd tied up had.


The end, once again. There are infinite possibilities for more nifty plots to come from this story. Let me know if you think of any yourselves, and we'll see where they could go!
 

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