End: Lois Smashes The Mirror, Making The Changes Permanent

"What will happen," Lois Lane said aloud to the empty room. "If I break you?"

She held the plush demon, wrapped in the jacket, in her left arm. The memories of her old life, of being the skinny bitch with no tits or ass to speak of, who never got laid and pined after Superman, were still there in the background. Her right hand touched the metal frame, her eyes searched her reflection for some hint, some suggestion...but there was only herself, as she was now, staring back at her.

"Will everything turn back to the way it was, or will it stay stuck as it is?" Lois asked, squeezing the toy toward her. "Will this release you, or damn us both? I'm a little...curious..."

The reporter's lips twitched at the joke. Her ass squeezed inside of her tight red pants. The demon, powerless to do or say anything, was a warm, soft mass in her arm. It was a risk, a gamble, a chance...did she dare to leave this mirror as it was, or did she want to risk there being no going back?

The violet eyes narrowed. She thought back upon her life, the attention she had gained from her body. The lovers she had known, the small degradations and strange thrills. There would be more of that going forward, she knew. People to grope and catcall, men that would expect blowjobs, women that would hit on her, the cloudy reputation of "Loose Lois"...but then all women suffered from that, at least a little. Even her old self, that she could scarcely remember, and who had been almost virginal in comparison, had to deal with all that sexist crap.

"So why not?" Lois said as she struck the mirror hard with the flat of her hand, putting her weight behind it so that the frame tipped over backwards...

There was a crash of thunder as it struck the floor. A roar that seemed to carry straight through Lois Lane's soul...and when it had passed, she felt somehow...emptier.

Yet the frame was now empty of glass. The plush demon was still in its place, the hard dick poking her in the boob through the leather jacket. Lois Lane, shorter, curvier, and more stacked and sexy than ever, grinned to no one and nothing in particular.

She was free to enjoy her new life, her new form...and her new toy.

The missing women, Lois guessed, had experienced something like she had done. Come down here, looked in the mirror...and seen what they could have been. Lois wondered how many of them embraced new lives. How many had simply run away from it. Or had been trapped, somehow, halfway between...unable to return to their old lives, unable to embrace their new identities. Whether they too would be trapped like that.

"I'll find you," Lois promised as she left the room behind, carrying with her the impotent demon in its plush cage.

She would, in time. Yet that is a different story.