Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What does Rat want to do?

Rat Isn't Happy About Having A Pussy

"This...this is a nightmare," the goth said, holding his face in his hands. "I didn't want a pussy! I never wanted a pussy!"

Lois Lane rolled her eyes. Rat hadn't just grown a pussy—he was one. She stood up.

"Okay, don't get your panties in a bunch," the reporter said. Lois didn't know why, but she liked to see Rat squirm. "Pull up your pants and let's go."

He blinked. "Go where?"

"I came here tonight to find what happened to those missing women," Lois said. "But you've just grown a fully-functional vagina. That isn't normal. So we need to find whoever did this to you and figure out how to reverse it—before you need a training bra and a tampon."

Rat stared at the reporter in horror. In shock, he pulled up his pants.

"But...how do we find them?" he asked.

"We came down here because you'd heard things," Lois pointed out. "So you tell me. What else have you heard? Rumors, anecdotes, scuttlebutt...there has to be something. Magical pussy-granting shrines don't just appear in the basement of clubs. There has to be a gang or a cult or something that put this together. Have you seen anything weird? A gang sign or tattoo, or..."

Lois let her voice trail off. Rat was thinking hard now. He licked his lips.

"There's, um...there's been a lot of trannies in the men's room lately," he said at last. "I mean like, chicks with dicks. The way they were dressed, I thought they were whores or something. But they all had this tattoo. Like a pentagram with a flame inside of it. Kinda metal..."

"Black metal," Lois said, eyes narrowing. "Do you know where these people hang out?"