I Can't Break The Spell

Lois Lane's heart sank at the witch's words.

"You cast the spell. It's your energy powering these changes. Your desires. It takes a lot of magical power to transforms a person physically if they don't want it, but if they do...any spell I cast to change you back to normal would revert over time as your desires manifested themselves again."

The reporter took a shuddering breath. "Tho I'm thtuck like thith?" she lisped.

"Well...that's the good news," a warm handle slipped into the reporter's own, squeezing it gently. "The spell is powered by your desires. All you have to do is really want it. There are some visualization exercises we can try to help you focus, but ultimately it's about you coming to terms with your own body—how you want to look."

Lois swallowed hard. So everything I've gone through...is because I wanted it? Was I really so unhappy with my body, so eager for bigger breasts and ass and everything else that I did this to myself?

To ask the question was to answer it. Of course she did. Ever since puberty had left her feeling flat as a board, Lois Lane had felt pangs of jealousy staring at women with curves. Tattoos. Piercings. All the things she had never had, never dared to do to her own body. It hadn't been in the cards, and she had pushed those resentments deep, deep down inside, and now this spell had released them. It was time to face her desires head on.

"Tho if I wanted to keep my titth..."

"They look great on you," Power Girl said, putting her hands on the reporter's shoulders.

"...but thhrink my ath and tongue down to normal...I could do that?"

"You got it," Zatanna said. "But it might not be easy. Even master magicians struggle with body image issues. Accepting ourselves for who we are. You might not be able to change back right away, or to hold it for very long...but control will improve with time. If you don't want to do that...I can try a spell to temporarily restore your normal appearance, but it'll be a quick fix. What do you say?"

It was a hell of a question. The quick fix sounded tempting. It was Lois Lane's desires which had gotten her into this mess, with her ridiculously plushy ass and breasts that should practically hear Power Girl drooling over. Yet at the same time...did Lois really trust herself to be able to master her own desires?