Her True Name

"My name is Lois Lane."

It was a little surrender...but it was also an affirmation of self. Pins and needles ran through the reporter's body in a wave, and she wondered what had changed this time. She didn't feel any different.

Angie's hand was still wrapped around her little clit.

Angie's cock was still buried in her ass.

Lois could feel the piercings in her nipples, her split tongue.

Yet she also had the sense that things were different...fundamentally changed.

Just like she had wanted it to be.

"Nice to meet you Lois," Angie said. She'd freed the trans reporter's cock from her pants and was stroking the little stiffy. "What do you do?"

"I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet," Lois said.

"How long have you been on hormone replacement therapy?" The transwoman asked.

"Four years..." Lois answered automatically...and then frowned at that. Memories crowded thick in on her now. Growing up as a girl in a boy's body. The decision to transition in university. Starting to take hormones. Watching her breasts grow and her cock shrink. Feeling her boyfriends in her ass. She had been the first transgender reporter at the Daily Planet.

"How do your coworkers like your piercings?" Angie asked.

Lois moaned a little before answering. The young transwoman was pulling her hair as she pumped the hard little cock in and out of her ass. In truth, some of her coworkers didn't like her...but Perry White didn't care what she looked like, as long as her copy was good and turned in on time. Jimmy Olsen always got flustered when he saw her split tongue, or when the nipple piercings showed through her shirt on those rare days Lois decided not to wear a bra. Then there was Clark...she'd thought the Kansas farmboy would have been shocked and turned off, but he was nothing less than friendly and gracious.

"I guess I'm a bit of a spectacle," Lois said. "But it's my body, you know? The piercings, they're sort of a way for me to exert control over my body. Ownership."

"Yeah," Angie said. Lois couldn't see the impish little smile, or the eyes that turned suddenly pure white, with no pupil or iris...but the magic of the spell of desire was such that Lois couldn't even remember how she had been before. As far as she knew, she had always been that way. "I'm glad to meet you, Lois. One...more question..."

The transwoman was getting close. Lois knew that when she had started hormones her sex drive had taken a dive, dick not wanting to work...it was part of the reason she hadn't really gotten laid in the last few months. Now though, she was feeling really randy. Naughty. Excited. She didn't want it to be over.

"Where do you want my cum?"