One with salacious possibilities

When you awoke, you found that your dorm was no longer situated in the watchtower as it previously was, but instead you were back in your hometown. The quiet little burg of New York City. Sure, to some it would seem like a happening place, but compared to big towns like Gotham and Metropolis? No way.

But as you went down these familiar streets clad in only your loosest jeans, trying to figure out what’s going on, you began to notice things that weren’t so familiar. All along the way you could feel the eyes of ladies scoping you out, whispering things like “I’d never go for it, but I can respect the topless look,” or “How’d she get her breasts so small?” You couldn’t believe it! Weren’t you just boinking every lady on earth last night? They should know who you are! Intimately! And by that fact, why weren’t any of them doing so right now? You then realize you couldn’t feel any of your clones, and try as you might, you couldn’t make any more. Unbelievable! These girls should be drowning in yous!

And that’s when you notice it. All around you were girls. All girls. Not a single dude in sight. Awesome on paper, confusing in practice. You quickly ran to the only place you, or anyone really, could trust: the local library. Flipping through the history section, it truly dawned on you what’s happening. You read about how Jane Garrick became the original scarlet speedster, how Black Eve ruled over ancient Egypt, and how the teen titans were formed at least five years ago, raising their age requirement to reflect that, founded by the likes of Wanda West Kid Flash, Lorena Marquez Aquagirl, Donna Troy Wonder Girl and… Pussy Graydaughter Robin. Clever. (Also their secret identities weren’t in the books. You knew them all before, and whatever’s going on is slowly switching the old names out for the new ones in your head)

But Donna being there made you realize something else. This wasn’t just a simple flip-job, all of yesterday’s ladies still existed. Livewire was still the blue scourge of Metropolis, Amethyst still routinely stopped by to halt any trouble her home of Gemworld would send. You briefly wondered how procreation could still happen around here, but then you read a book about it and it all made sense. It was a perfect explanation and you nor anyone else will or should have any further questions about a baby can be begat by two moms.

Two moms… hmm…

OH MY GOD YOUR TWO MOMS

In a frenzy you turned to the Justice League section of the books. What you found shocked you to your very core and your very junk, it going fully flaccid for the first time in who knows how long. Turns out Wonder Woman and Power Girl were main members of the current team, but there was an added rule to joining: absolute sexual abstinence. And no matter how hard you looked, you couldn’t figure out how or why it was put in place, just that it was ironclad and impossible to break.

You left the library dejected, sadly making your way home. You still had much of your original strength, but even if you trounced the JL tryouts again this abstinence act would prevent you from ever having what you had again! It was a strange sight, seeing the only man in a world of beautiful women being so so sad.

But, as you passed near Coney Island, you heard a cry for help. Well, more a cry of “Get back, you chumps! I ain’t getting ganked like this!” but that still sounds like someone who could use assistance. Well, despite everything, all this started because you wanted to be a hero, you may as well give it a shot. As you ran towards the lass in need, you put the feeling of hopelessness of ever being able to clap the pairs of cheeks that were your adoptive mothers to the back of your mind. Though as you’ll soon learn, that hopelessness you’re feeling might in fact be quite unfounded.

TAW: so as you can tell by the Amethyst pull, I’m well versed in DC stuff. By that point, if YOU have anyone you want to be genderswapped/boinked, lemme know and I’ll try to fold ‘em in. And just so ya know, I have a lot of the heavy hitters (Zattana, Suicide squad, every lantern core, etc.) semi-mapped out in the ol’ noggin, so the nicher the better, baby!