Lex Luthor Wants To Be A Dickgirl

She was brushing her long red hair as Mercy Graves marched the naked reporter into the lab at gunpoint. Along the way, they had passed the rooms where the missing women were staying during the course of their "treatment"—Lois Lane had caught glimpses of the women reading, watching television, masturbating. One of them turned and saw Lois march past. Their eyes met. Lois knew her name, her picture from social media...and frowned. Her picture online had a short pixie cut, died blue; yet the woman that stared at her had blonde hair that extended past her shoulders.

Mercy jabbed the muzzle of the gun in the dickgirl's ribs to urge her on.

Lex Luthor laid down the brush and swiveled around in her chair.

She was wearing a white labcoat, and underneath that an exquisitely tailored grey pinstripe business suit. Lois could see the soft swell of the breasts, the flaring hips, the long womanly calves. Yet there was no mistaking the piercing green eyes, the expression of indifferent disdain that Lex had always worn whenever they had encountered one another. In any other circumstance, Lois Lane might have believed that the woman before her was Lex Luthor's sister...but she knew, as she stared into those eyes, that this was the real deal.

"An experimental Red Kryptonite treatment," Lex said, without prompt. "Initial tests had suggested dramatic benefits for those suffering from hair loss. Regrettably, the use of an all-female testing pool failed to reveal certain side effects."

Lex leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. The move emphasized her breasts, which were bigger than Lois had thought...

"You want to keep the hair," the naked reporter said, as she put two plus two together. "You want to keep the hair, but you also want a dick."

The redhead gave a condescending smile.

"And you're going to help me, Lois," Lex said. The green eyes fixed on Mercy. "Tie her down to the lab table. We need a sample."