Cat Grant

One Month Earlier

"Are there any physical customization options you would like?" Blaze asked.

Cat Grant fidgeted. The office was tastefully decorated...except for the altar with the black candles and the goat skull, the knife and the golden bowl of blood. Prints of Goya's black paintings on the wood-paneled walls did not reassure her either. The horned woman in the business suit behind the desk waited patiently.

The Daily Planet's gossip columnist had come too far, and sacrificed too much to hesitate now. She licked her lips.

"Bigger breasts. Perky. Round. Obviously fake," she said. Her hands stood out from her chest to emphasize her point.

Blaze scratched down a note.

The columnist had watched Lois Lane from afar for years. They were almost the same age, but their paths had diverged a long time ago...Cat was still bitter about her divorce. She loved her son, but being a single mother had put a singular crimp in her ability to date...and then there was Lois Lane. That gorgeous, intelligent bitch who was so close to being perfect...and so far out of Cat's league that she knew she would never be able to get her into bed, much less anything else she had dreamed of.

Not without help.

"Might I suggest," Blaze said. "The total package? Lip fillers, tummy tuck, butt lift, vaginal tightening. Equivalent to top-level plastic surgery, but no scars, no muss. Easy to maintain."

Cat's blue-grey eyes opened.

"You can do that? I mean, I don't want her to look like a...complete bimbo..."

Blaze's secret half-smile widened a little.

"Well, it is your soul. I think you should get your value out of it. What do you really want for your little switch?"

Grant took a deep breath. She thought of herself with her wavy blonde hair, her thin body that had dropped the weight of childbearing but kept all the scars, artfully hidden with the high-priced clothes and makeup she needed to mix with high society. Imagined how Lois would look, draped on her arm at the season's hottest events, after she'd had a little "work" done...

Present

Blaze's imps gathered around her as the scarlet succubus brought forth a little notepad.

"While her personality is being rebuilt, we can see to the physical modifications. Ms. Grant's requests were quite specific..."