#23—Makeover

Lois Lane braced herself, closing her eyes. Waiting for whatever strange transformation the Red Kryptonite would bring. In her head, she ran through all the strange transformations that Superman had gone through. He'd become a mermaid, a gorilla, grown a third eye, become monstrously obese...

She held her breath. Moments ticked by. The reporter almost didn't want to open her eyes...yet she didn't feel any different.

A strand of her hair fell into her face. Lois instinctively reached up to brush it out of the way, her long nails scraping her nose.

Long nails? Lois thought. She opened her eyes.

Normally, Lois Lane kept her nails trimmed almost mannishly short. Long nails, in her experience, tended to get in the way of typing, or shooting a gun, or forming a fist. Which is why she was shocked to look down at her hands and see ten two-inch-long, perfectly manicured claws on each fingertip. She touched them with the pads of her fings, and confirmed they were real...but stronger and harder than normal. They almost looked like press-on nails, but they were all Lois.

Wait, if the kryptonite did this to my fingernails, then what about...

Lois looked down, past her stomach and pussy...and groaned aloud as she saw the long nails extended from her dainty toes. Making wearing normal shoes utterly impossible.

That strand of hair fell in Lois Lane's face again, and Lois irritably shook her head...and then reached out and grabbed it. She pulled it out...longer, and farther. Reached behind her as she felt the hair tickling her ass.

Normally, Lois didn't let her hair grow past her neckline, but in seconds her raven-black hair had grown out all the way down her back.

"Interesting," Mercy Graves said, over the speakers. "Tell me, Lois, would you like to get dressed?"

The naked reporter sensed a trap there...she didn't trust Mercy Graves.