No. Show me another.

They stepped through shadows...and then Lois was blinking beneath neon lights. She and Blaze were standing on sidewalk outside of a diner. A couple of young women walked past them, in short skirts and tall socks. The reporter recognized one of them as Tonya Wong, the 21-year-old business major with the blue streak dyed into her hair...and then, with a shock, she recognized the young "woman" that she was walking hand-in-hand with.

Jimmy Olsen was in an almost matching outfit. A short skirt that barely covered his ass, striped panties beneath. Some sort of Japanese cartoon t-shirt. His arms and legs were shaved, and he was wearing some kind of A-cup bra that gave the impression of a chest. A white choker around the neck hid his adam's apple.

The pair entered the diner, and Blaze nodded her head, hinting they should follow them.

They sat opposite each other. A waitress brought a milkshake with two straws. Jimmy was blushing.

Lois saw Tonya hold something between her legs...and noticed it was a camera.

"Lift your skirt," the Asian woman whispered. Jimmy shifted, red-faced, obviously uncomfortable.

"We're in public..." he said.

"I've got a new strap-on," Tonya whispered. "It's big. Bigger than anything you've taken before. I can't wait to get home and use it on you. I want to press it in deep. Hear you squeal. Spank that naughty little ass. Watch the jizz drip out of your clitty as I fuck your boi pussy. Don't you want that, Jamie?"

The young man bit his lip. Lois felt shocked at the whole scene. She'd always suspected that Jimmy might be queer, but he looked so...so...excited. Almost shaking.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Then lift your skirt, like a good girl," Tonya Wong said with a smile. "So that all those other sissies can see what a good boi slut you are. Finger their own tight little holes as they imagine you getting split in two by a big cock."

Blaze dropped to one knee. She tugged on the reporter's wrist, and almost against her will, Lois found herself sinking down to stare under the table.

There was Jimmy—no, Jamie—Olsen, lifting her skirt. Showing off her pink-striped panties. The distinctive bulge beneath the fabric wasn't a cock...it was a pink plastic cock-cage, with a heart-shaped lock. Lois had no doubt Tonya held the key.

Rapidly, the young woman's finger pressed the button, burning through photos.

"I'm going to fuck you so good tonight," Tonya whispered, just loud enough for Jamie to hear. "Just think, the more money, the bigger your tits are going to be when we do your top surgery..."

There was a wet spot on the front of Jamie's panties. It was growing. Lois sighed and stood up. Blaze lingered on her knee for half a moment, then followed.

"Okay," the reporter said with a sigh. "So her dream was to make Jam—Jimmy Olsen her bitch. What about the last one? What is Mara de la Cruz up to?"

Blaze smiled. "Oh, Lois. You might want to prepare yourself for this..."

Shadows swirled around them. Lois Lane's last sight of Tonya and Jamie was both of them leaning over the table, holding hands, drinking out of the same milkshake.