Lois Wakes Up

The reporter shot up, gasping for breath, a cold sweat on her skin. She shook as she stared wildly around her...and Lois Lane found herself, in her club clothes, atop the blanket on her own bed in her own apartment. Somewhere outside the window and several stories below, a siren could be heard in the streets, sending the dogs to howling.

Lois got up onto shaking legs and made her way to the bathroom. Cup. Sink. Cold water gurgled through the pipes. She drank it greedily, and stared at her own face. Makeup just like she'd had it before she left. No sign that she'd ever been out of the apartment.

Did I get dressed to go out and just fall asleep? That doesn't seem right. In the mirror, she saw the numerals on the clock by her bed, reversed. 0308. If she had been asleep, she'd had a good six hours at least. But that nightmare...if it was a nightmare...was so vivid...

The reporter sat down on the toilet, trying to think.

If it did happen...I'm pregnant. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought. Pregnancy wasn't something that Lois Lane had thought about much at all, but she just wasn't at a point in her life where she would even really contemplate it. Sure, she had a decent job, but she was single and...her thought went to the dust-covered box of pregnancy tests under the sink. But those weren't supposed to be accurate until weeks after conception had occurred. You couldn't just pee on a stick an hour after getting inseminated and see if you were pregnant.

"I could take a morning-after pill...just in case." Lois laid a hand on her midriff. That didn't feel right either. The reporter supported a woman's right to choose, of course, but when it came to her own body...she didn't think she could go through with an abortion.

So where does that leave me?

Inspiration struck her as Lois remembered the other changes that she had gone through that night...before she had been impregnated.

"My ass," she muttered out loud. "If I really was...changed...like that demon bitch said, then I should be able to take...anything."

The reporter flexed her anal muscles. Did they feel any different? She couldn't really tell. There was only one way to find out.

Lois Lane was going to have to stick something up her ass.