Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What mirror does Lois stop before?

Lois the Elf

The reporter turned back to stare at her Elvish reflection. It was an elf, Lois could see that now. A little taller, the eyes almond-shaped and luminous, the ears that rose to a distinct point...the lips a little fuller, cheeks a little sharper, hair longer, darker, silkier. Lois Lane smiled and her teeth were whiter, straighter, perfect as a dentist's wet dream.

Lois raised her arms and the reflection did likewise. Ran her hands down her shirt...and yes, the breasts were still pert, but bigger, the bare handfuls swollen and jutting outward as though defying gravity. She raised the bottom of her shirt and saw the unnaturally thin waist, the hard and well-defined abs. Strangely elegant runs and knots were tattooed on her pale, unscarred flesh. The reporter's breath caught in her throat as she imagined what it would be like to be her.

Almost by instinct, Lois reached forward. She watched herself as the elf in the mirror touched the surface. The cold metal rippled...and there was a flash of crimson from down the end of the corridor...

The mirror went black.

Lois collapsed to her knees. Sounds, too loud, afflicted her ears, a terrible cacophony. The hum of the air conditioning, the wheezing pant of the werewolf-bitch at the door, the moans of whores, the thunderous beat of her own heart. She clapped her hands over her ears to stem the audio chaos...

...and felt the points of her ears beneath the long, elegant fingers.

Then a heel pressed against the back of her neck.

"Well, well. So this is the form of your heart's desire?" A strangely-accented voice said from above. "I hope you are prepared to pay the price, elf-bitch!"