No, But They Find The Bottle of XXX

By the time Lois and Luma had made themselves presentable, the club was largely deserted. The bar in particular was a mess of broken glass, spilled booze mingled together in a multicolored pool. Luma blushed as she beheld the carnage.

"Sorry," she said. "It's been...a long time for me."

"Don't remind me," Lois said, rubbing her thighs together. The reporter stepped carefully behind the bar, hoping there was something—anything—that she might give some clue as to who was behind this. Alien criminals, missing women, drinks that make you horny...Lois wasn't sure how it all fit together, but it had to, somehow.

"Drink..." Lois said. Her hand closed on a plastic bottle labeled XXX. "The bartender who made my drink, the one I spilled on you...they added something from this bottle. I thought it was just a general secret ingredient, lots of bars try to keep their recipes secret. Orgeat or something."

She held the bottle up, looking at the thick liquid slosh within. Gave it a little squeeze and watched a grey-white bead form at the spout. Sniffed it gently...caught a hint of ammonia. Luma's nostrils flared...and then the blonde staggered, leaning against the ball.

"What is it?" Lois said. "Are you okay?"

Luma's face was beet red. Pupils dilated. She shook, her knees pressed together, free hand pressed between her legs, and she said...

"I...I need your mouth again. Right...right now...please!" the blonde's voice shook with urgency.

In Faora's Spaceship

Zod writhed as Ursa slid the attachments down to attach to his nipples and right about the withered genitals that dangled from his crotch. Small metal clamps sprung out to clutch onto his flesh, little needles penetrating into the flesh. The female Kryptonian was still covered head-to-toe in her protective suit.

"What are you doing?" Zod growled, with as much menace as he could manage.

"These? Nothing but probes, sensors. We need to record the data once we begin the procedure," she said.

"What is the procedure?" Zod said, trying to control his voice. His mind turned to the manacles on his arms. If he would work one free...

"Faora wishes to make an all-female Kryptonian species," Ursa said. "It isn't well known, but the Kryptonian genome contains sequences for many different phenotypes...most of these are not expressed, but can be triggered by the correct wavelength of radiation, triggering body-wide morphological changes."

A bead of sweat ran down Zod's forehead.

"You're talking about...Red Kryptonite," he said, then licked his lips. "Those transformations...they're temporary..."

"Unless the genome is set," Ursa said. "I believe with the wavelength generator we've stolen, I've found a way to make such transformations permanent. To 'default' the DNA to the new expression."

She gazed down at him. He couldn't see her eyes, thanks to the dark visor on the hood of her radiation suit, but in his mind he imagined her mad smile...she held up a slim disc of polished red crystal...and slid it into a slot on the raygun.

"I wonder what you'll look like," she said. "As a woman."

Then the red light played over Zod's naked body.