Maria Wasn't Always A Woman

"I always knew I was trans. Since I was a kid. Wearing dresses. Letting my hair grown long. I liked girly things. Drove my parents crazy. My mother, she didn't know how to treat me. I was supposed to be her son, but I just wanted to be her daughter," Maria said with a sigh. "So when I was 18, graduated high school, I came home to find all my stuff on the lawn and they'd changed the locks. Just...cut me out of their life."

Maria stared out into the night...or maybe at the reflection of her own face, in the window of the cab.

"Young, on the street. I did things to survive. Tried group homes, and different little jobs. Roommates would steal my shit, money was never enough to transition. College wasn't happening. Military didn't want me. Not pretty enough to be a model, but...one night, I'm in this club, ass squeezed into my last clean skirt, no money for drinks, and I go to the bathroom and...and there's a hole in the wall. Like something out of a shitty movie, right? All this tape around the edges. And this hundred dollar bill comes sliding through."

Lois Lane watched Maria's face. The reporter felt oddly queasy, ass stuffed full of who-knows-what, and the heat under her skin like a low-level fever.

"You don't know what I would have done for a hundred dollars right then. I'd have let a cock split my ass open. Inhale a dick. My teeth hurt. I hadn't been to a dentist since my parents had tossed me out. And...and then a voice came to me through the wall: How'd I like a job? Good money. Medical. Dental. And benefits."

"Benefits?" Lois said.

"They gave me what they made me give you tonight," Maria said, her voice soft. "They told me to strip naked and go into the white room. Perfect white. Utterly clean. So bright it hurt. They said that they'd given me would change me, that it just needed a catalyst...and then the world went red."

Maria turned to look at Lois then, and the pupils of the young woman's eyes were wide, as if she was high. From the door pocket, Maria fetched out a thin black film—the instant glasses you get when the doctor dilates your eyes for an exam—and slipped them over her own eyes.

"You don't know what it's like, to feel your cock turn inside out. Balls become ovaries. Grow a womb, a pussy. I screamed when my tits came in. When my hips shifted. Even my face. I couldn't even dream of bottom or top surgery, I was ready to sell my ass to get some cavities filled, and in five minutes they made me a complete biological woman. Right down to the genetic level."

Lois Lane blinked. Sweat dripped from her. Suddenly light-headed, she wanted the cab to stop. Get some air. Water. Maria leaned forward and clutched her hand...and then Lois saw that they'd driven into some kind of tunnel.

A perfectly white tunnel.

"They gave me everything I ever wanted," Maria said, and her voice was like a plea for Lois to understand. "And they can take it away. Unless I do what they say. So when Mister Luthor says to bring you to the white room..."

The cab came to a halt. The doors unlocked. Lois was too disoriented to resist as Maria reached past her to open the door. Eyes so hot and the white light everywhere was too bright for her eyes...

...and carried the weak and unresisting reporter straight into the white room.