Gloryhole In The Ruined Church Nearby

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. Her eyebrows raised. She stared at Rat as if she could somehow change his words.

"There's a gloryhole. In the ruined church. Frequented by transgender people. With weird tattoos. How do you know about this?"

Rat's face twisted into a grimace...and a sprinkle of hair fell off of his chin. In fact, now that Lois looked for it, his face looked a little softer, and his complexion a letter better.

"You know...guys have needs..." he said as he rubbed his arms. A motion that inadvertently emphasized the slight swell of his chest, and how his pants didn't sit well on his hips. The changes to Rat's body were obviously a lot more involved than just a penectomy.

"Show me," Lois said, her mouth a thin line of determination.

There was a tunnel. A set of stairs. Part of the old Metropolis network, a relic of its industrial past. Dark and musty. Spaces carved out and built up to move goods and people away from the surface streets. They emerged at the edge of a little unkempt cemetery that had been hemmed in by buildings on all sides. The moon illuminated long-neglected stones, the names almost erased by acid rain.

Ahead in the darkness, the hollow shell of an old church. The roof was long gone, but the walls stood. Lois frowned as she saw lights move within.

"How did you hear about this?" She whispered to Rat, and not sure why she was whispering.

"Grafitti in the men's room. It sounded weird, but...you know...go here, get your dick sucked. They didn't even want money." Rat's voice was higher-pitched than before. His chin was now bare and smooth, and he had to cinch the belt another could notches tighter around his waist, though they were stretched tight around his hips. When they drew level, out of her peripheral vision, the reporter could detect the soft swell of Rat's breasts. It was like puberty on fast forward, but Rat seemed oblivious to the changes. He still thought like a guy.

"So you just show up and whip out your cock?" She prompted.

"N-no, it's a gloryhole. Only, it's, ah...it's set up in the confessional. You have to go in and...confess your sins...and then as penance, you put your cock through the hole and...and it's like they suck all that out of you. I've never cum so hard." Rat said those last words with a little shiver.

"So...do the trans folks in the men's room do the confessing or the sucking?" Lois pressed.

"I can answer that," a voice said from behind them.