End: Lois & Maria Go Out For Ice Cream

Lois Lane sat and contemplated her dick. It wasn't a bad-looking cock, as such things went. Good length, decent girth, pleasantly straight, fully functional...

But do I want to have a dick? Was the question she asked herself. I didn't ask for it. I didn't lie awake at night wishing I had a penis. I'm not transgender or whatever. I've always just been...me. Is it really that different, having a dick?

She picked the limp noodle up, moving it aside to check underneath. Her pussy remained intact. No idea whether her fertility had been affected, but Luthor hadn't said anything about that. Lois wasn't sure how much she should trust anything the bald bastard said...but he had a distressing habit of telling the truth, when it was bad news. The complete bell-end.

The reporter smiled at the sudden thought of drawing a line right down the center of Luthor's bald plate, so everyone would know what a dickhead he was.

Maria sighed a little. She was still hugging Lois from behind, one of those soft, intimate moments that the reporter had been too distracted to really appreciate.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lois asked.

"The women you came here to find. Luthor called them subjects 01 to 04. I guess that would make me subject 00."

Lois ran a finger over the woman's arm, feeling the little hairs there.

"Were you—are you—" The reporter wasn't sure how to frame the question.

"I was a man. Mario." Maria said. "The X-Change, I was just curious about it at first. Worked great. Temporary gender change. 48 hours and I'd change back. No pain, no side effects. The kind of science that seems like magic. It was...fun? Like playing dress-up. Then I got stuck."

"Stuck?" Lois prompted.

"I changed and then I...didn't change back. At first they thought I might be pregnant. Low-level probablity, that; they weren't sure if I could get pregnant, or what would happen if I did. I was pretty wild when I was on x-change in those days, fuck anything that walked, basically. But it turned out I wasn't pregnant. I just...didn't change back. I've been on payroll here since then, living as a woman. LexCorp helped me get my IDs and stuff shifted over."

The reporter considered that. It was kind of depressing, but once-Mario-now-Maria didn't seem at all depressed or upset about it. Weirdly, there was another question on Lois Lane's mind.

"So can you get pregnant?" she asked.

"I think so. I had my first period about two weeks ago," Maria sniffed the reporter's hair. "That was weird. I couldn't even handle the little tampon things, ruined two pairs of panties and had to use pads."

"Would you be okay with getting pregnant?" The reporter was thinking to all the cum she'd dumped into the presumably fertile young woman.

"Well...I guess it would depend on who it was with. I never really thought about being a mother."

They sat there in silence for a while, Maria's warm breasts on Lois Lane's back, her arms wrapped around the reporter. It felt...nice.

"Hey," Lois said finally. "You want to go get some ice cream?"

There was only the briefest of pauses. The young woman's stomach growled. "Yeah, love to."

They disengaged to get dressed. In her head, Lois was already planning on where to take her—a little gourmet place called Gelato's, which did Italian ice and the only real French vanilla in Metropolis. It felt like her wild night had wound to a close, but that something...maybe a couple somethings...were just beginning. She stole a glance at Maria as the young woman wiggled into her tight skirt, felt her cock involuntarily twitch staring at the curve of her ass.

Down boy, Lois thought as she struggled into her own pants. She smiled, thinking of ice cream-flavored kisses.