Epilogue: Jimmy Olsen—Bred?

Waistlines at the Daily Planet began to thicken. Not every woman was showing yet, but there was a low-key buzz about baby names, queues for the restroom as morning sickness began to kick in, the union pushed for childcare and Perry White relented, leasing a space on the same floor. Most of the men in the office took it in stride...

...and Jimmy Olsen was puking his guts out right alongside them.

The redhead had grown out his hair in the last six weeks, and he wore skirts and makeup nearly every day. So too, he had "run in" to Lois at least once a week. The women in the office looked at him strangely. It shouldn't be possible. One of them slipped him a test, just for a joke.

"How the hell is that possible?" Cat Grant said as she stared at the result. "No amount of getting fucked in the ass should knock him up! He's a man?"

"How the hell can Lois Lane have a cock and knock us all up?" Belinda Izquierdo pointed out. "I mean, we've all been treating her as our pet dick, but we've never asked her about how that happened...and she doesn't remember anything after one of her breeding sessions."

Jimmy Olsen sat on the toilet, hands in his lap, skirt over his knees. "Um...maybe I should go to a doctor. I've heard maybe that's a sign of testicular cancer..."

The two women looked at him.

"I guess that is slightly more reasonable an explanation," Cat Grant said. "I guess you should go to the doctor..."

"...Mr. Olsen, you're not pregnant." The doctor said. She was a heavyset Asian woman with thick glasses and hair going silver. "At last, not yet."

Jimmy blinked. His freckles were very clear on his pale face.

"Have you noticed a...change in your genitalia?"

His face flushed. The doctor reached over and lifted up the edge of the paper smock. The doctor's gloved fingers gently hefted his testicles.

"You may have noticed some difficulty in erections? In ejaculating? Shrinkage?"

Jimmy nodded, unable to speak.

"And you've probably noticed some other changes. Hair growth on your head, sensitive and swollen nipples?" The doctor went on. "Those are all changes we normally associate with hormone replacement therapy. However, you're not on hormones. I thought perhaps there might be a tumor that was affecting production of testosterone and estrogen, which is why I ordered those tests earlier in the day..."

She turned and tapped a screen.

"I wouldn't have believed it myself, but the ultrasound clearly shows a, er, pocket forming. If you were biologically female I'd say this looks like an undeveloped uterus...and you can see the development of two masses that look very much like ovaries..."

"I'm turning into a girl?" Jimmy said.

"Well...ah...quite frankly this is outside my medical experience. However, some of the automated bloodwork turned up the markers for a retrovirus in your system. I was able to contact LexCorp and they have specialists that think they can assist you with your...transition."

Jimmy blinked again. "Help me?"

The door opened, despite the privacy light. A bald figure in a very expensive grey pinstripe suit stepped in. His eyes were like chips of green ice.

"Hello, Jimmy," Lex Luthor said. "I know what you've been up to...and I'd like to help."

Jimmy quivered. The doctor still had his cock, small and shrunken remnant of his manhood that it was, in his hand.

"How would you like," Lex said quietly. "To be a woman for real?"

The redhead gulped.

"G-gee Mr. Luthor...I'd have to think about that. I don't..."

"You would be helping a lot of people, Jimmy," Lex said. "There are tens of thousands of people around the world with gender identity issues. That want to transition. To become who they were meant to be. You can help them. You can further the cause of science?"

Lex leaned close. The intensity of his glare burned into Jimmy's eyes.

"Does this mean I have to stop having sex with Miss Lane?" Jimmy whispered.

Lex grinned wider. "Oh no, Jimmy. In fact, you need to encourage her to fuck you more. For science."

"For science," Jimmy whispered.

They had gone from the hospital to a LexCorp lab. There had been paperwork to sign, and tests and measurements to be done...and a bright pink, flashing light that Jimmy Olsen had stared at for what seemed forever, until he was repeating every word that a droning mechanical voice said automatically. At the end of it Lex Luthor, now in a white labcoat over his expensive suit, had handed Jimmy something that looked like a sample cup...except it was already full.

"Drink," Lex said.

Jimmy raised the quivering grey liquid to his lips. It tasted like a ripe, salty cheese, runny and gelatinous, with a bitter aftertaste. It slid down his throat and left a slimy film behind.

"Lois Lane's new genitals are the result of a designer retrovirus she was inadvertently exposed to on one of her adventures," Lex told him as he watched his patient swallow. "A retrovirus which you have contracted. This was unexpected, but then anal sex does sometimes present a greater danger of transmission. Your body is currently adapting to the changes as your DNA is partially rewritten, and your immune system is fighting this infection...which is why you feel sick. Regular infusions of the virus into your system are necessary to keep your viral load up."

He took the empty cup from Jimmy's hand.

"So...I need to have sex with Miss Lane more often?" The redhead said. Jimmy fingered the gold chain with the CROATOAN medallion around their neck.

"As often as you can," Lex Luthor said.

"For science!" Jimmy said, with a grin. Lex Luthor's answering smile would have looked more appropriate on a reptile.

"For science."