Call Tech Support

Lois sighed. Trying to navigate the magical genital-switching app from a broken screen wasn't going to work. She needed help...and Lois Lane was loathe to ask for help. Then she paused as something occurred to her.

Magic. Lois thought. I know somebody that does magic. And she owes me.

Holding Lana's phone with the cracked screen in one hand, Lois found her own phone and dialed in a number that a certain Justice Leaguer had given her solely for emergencies.

"Who are you calling?" Lana asked.

"Tech support," Lois said. "Occultech support."

There was a click on the other end.

"Zatanna?" Lois spoke into the silence. "It's Lois Lane. I've got a problem, and I'm calling in that favor you owe me."

Without any acknowledgment that there was anyone on the other end of the phone, Lois spelled out the situation as clearly as she could...and didn't spare the embarrassing details, even though she saw Lana frown and blush.

Finally, the voice on the other end spoke a single phrase:

".segnahc ppa NMD odnU"

Lois and Lana suddenly lurched against each other. The reporter wasn't sure what it was like for Lana, but for herself it felt like her male-bits had suddenly turned inside out. It was nothing like the painless transition of the DMN app. Her stomach churned with sudden nausea as a stinking black ooze splashed out of her now very human and very familiar pussy onto the tile.

Lana leaned over Lois, aimed at the toilet and missed as her mouth opened. Instinctively, Lois grabbed at her hair to hold it out of her face as she vomited...a delicate operation when she still had a smartphone in each hand. The two women hung there for a moment, leaking out of both ends as their bodies readjusted to the abrupt return to normality.

There was a click as Zatanna ended the call.

"That," Lana managed when she could talk again. "Was tech support? God, what is leaking out of my cunt?"

Lois grimaced and tasted bile as she turned to see a familiar black, oily goo splatter on the floor between her legs. The smell of Lana's vomit was causing the reporter's own gorge to rise. They had to get out of here.

"I think maybe it wasn't as big a favor as I'd hoped," Lois said. "Anyway, we have our original anatomy back...so what do you want to do now?"