Personal Reasons

"I..." Alexa Luthor looked, for a moment, somewhat ****. Lois Lane blinked. "...wanted to explore certain...possibilities."

The reporter blinked. "You're gay?"

"No." The bald head shook her head curtly. "Biological gender and sexual identity are not inextricably linked. But I was enamored with..."

"Methinks thou doth protest too much. You're gay for Superman," Lois realized aloud. "That's what this whole thing you have with him is about. You want some of that Kryptonian cock!"

"No!" Alexa turned, green eyes flashing angrily. "This body...the Kryptonian eggs within it...if I could harvest them, I could breed a generation of new Kryptonian-human hybrids! The future of a new species! House Luthor at the top of the evolutionary ladder!"

Madness was in those eyes, the reporter realized. She whistled slowly.

"So you want to have his babies."

The bald-headed woman sighed. "It was supposed to be temporary. Forty-eight hours, extract a few eggs, and I'd revert back to...normal. Not even long enough for that to even be a consideration. But there have been...complications." The bald woman stared the reporter in the eye in the eye. "I need your help, Lois."

Lois saw one of the technicians approach with a very strange contraption. It looked like a medieval chastity belt as designed by Ming the Merciless, all strange radiating nozzles and chrome, with a very phallic spindle sticking out of the front. She didn't like the look of that.

"Kryptonian genetics are complex." Alexa went on. "The Kryptonite Responses are evolutionary reactions to external conditions, designed to help the species perpetuate itself under various conditions. Millions of years of bombardment from a red sun left them perpetually on the cusp of evolution."

Lois noted that Alexa's shoulders were slumped, hands behind her back—trying to hide her nervousness.

"Gender-reversal is an evolutionary adaptation to a gender imbalance in the ecosystem. My body won't revert because the...correct biochemical triggers have not been met yet. We have had some success with getting our experimental subjects to transform back and forth by...pairing them off."

It dawned on the reporter what Luthor was saying. "You need my help to get laid."

Alexa nodded once, curtly.

Burning curiosity drove Lois Lane's next question.

"Who do you want to fuck?"