Epilogue: Heart To Heart, Cock To Cunt

Lois Lane's eyes fluttered as she awoke—and realized immediately that something was wrong.

The transwoman found herself naked atop her own bed. Cloth was wound around her elbows and ankles, and tied to the four corners of the bed, so that she was splayed out. At the foot of the bed, her girlfriend stood naked...and for once, her cock wasn't hard.

Worse, she had a knife. One of the carving knives from the kitchen, in her left hand, held down parallel to the dickgirl's thigh.

"Angie?" Lois said. "Look, I don't have time for games this morning, I have work..."

"I called in sick for you," Blaze said. The room was dark, the curtains drawn, but her girlfriend's eyes seemed almost luminous and glowing. "We need to talk."

Lois swallowed hard. Suspicions ran through her mind. Blaze's voice was calm, but the knife lent an air of menace...and then the dickgirl slid, knee-first, onto the bed. With two fingers, she pulled at the limp dick between the transwoman's splayed legs...and then Lois felt the cold edge of the steel against her hairless, shrunken scrotum.

"I haven't been entirely honest with you, Lois," the dickgirl said. "About who and what I am. You haven't been wholly honest with me, either? I could smell his cum in you."

Blaze's voice strained at those final words...full of hurt. Lois Lane shuddered.

"Angie it..." Lois swallowed, sighed. "It was a mistake, I'm sorry. I just..."

"You never asked who I really was," Blaze said. "You accepted me. Even though you know functional hermaphrodites don't really exist. Even as you took your hormones, your estrogen and progesterone...and all that time I could have helped you. Because this part of you never got in the way between us. Sometimes, I thought I could just cut it off...do what you couldn't..."

"I...I'm saving up for bottom surgery!" Lois said. "Please, Angie, look I know I cheated on you, but don't..."

Blaze's eyes flashed. There was the crackle of electricity, the smell of ozone...and for perhaps the first time, Lois Lane really saw her girlfriend. Even in the dark, the dep red of her skin was unnatural, the dark horns curled up from that broad brow, and the whole form seemed slimmer, unnaturally thin and wiry, the bare breasts small and pointed.

Lois recognized the resemblance to that statue beneath the club, so many motnhs ago.

"I'm not entirely human, Lois. Magic is real. You want so badly to be a woman..."

"I am a woman!" Lois said.

"...and I can help you. I will help you. Because I love you."

The knife was pulled away, and Lois Lane allowed herself a sigh of relief...but only for a moment. Because then Blaze drew it above her head in both hands, the point downwards...and the blade was no longer steel; it was a shard of perfect darkness and it crackled. Lois Lane didn't even have time to scream as it struck and sank into her flesh...

...and in that moment her entire body convulsed, as though struck by lightning.

It was a moemnt that went beyond pain, into pure shock. For a moment, every single nerve and cell of Lois Lane's body was alive, white-hot, incandescent with energy...and in the next she lay against the bed, the sheets now soaked, her whole body sheathed in a film of sweat.

Lois Lane's eyes hurt...and she looked down over herself. At a body that was a little trimmer, less boyish; breasts that were larger, firmer, more womanly, those still pierced. Down between her legs...no more that lump of flesh. A brand-new pussy.

Blaze was hard now. She let her cock slide over Lois Lane's clit, and the bound reporter shuddered uncontrollably.

"I forgive you, Lois. For cheating on me with him. I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner. I'm sorry that I lied on you. I was wrong, to watch you struggle all that time, to neglect you. Can you forgive me?"

Lois found her voice...her voice, strange to her ears, with none of that msaculine deepness she had striven so hard to hide. She had always been a woman in her own mind, but now...now the flesh matched the spirit.

"Angie?" she said, softly. "Make...make me a woman. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, fuck, I need it, I..."

A lifetime's worth of hormones rushed through the reporter's system. She arched her back and rubbed her pussy against that stiff, hot prick. Trembled uncontrollably as her libido returned with a vengeance...and Blaze lowered herself over the lust-stricken reporter, the tip of her cock pressed against the unprotected, virgin slit...and she smiled to herself, as she knew there was no way the Kryptonian could match the gift she had given Lois.

The reporter was about to be hers, for all time.

The cock pressed inside. The hymen tore like tissue paper with the **** of the thrust, and Lois cried out...and then bit down on Blaze's shoulder, as the demon nestled cheek-to-cheek with her, breast to breast, their hearts beating against one another as Blaze let Lois get used to the feel of a cock inside her new pussy.

"You will always remember this moment," Blaze whispered softly in her ear...and Lois Lane could almost feel the memory being seared into her brain, where old age and Alzheimers would never dim it, and knew she would always, always remember this moment...and all because of her night out, all those long months ago.