Gender

"Lets see if this wizard is up to date about the difference between sex and gender," Joe thought to himself as he flipped forward a few pages to the 'Gender' option.

Superman grits his teeth as he realizes he must choose one circle to escape through, and immediately the one that his gut tells him is the least problematic is the gender version.

A flash of pink and a large electric bang follows his supersonic boom. Superman spins around quickly as pink lightning fizzes off his suit. He looks for an enemy, but the city seems to have gone eerily quiet.

"Did you get hit?" Zatanna mentally prompted Superman.

"No I don't think I did," He said in a higher pitched mental voice. "Wait..." He said as he stopped focusing on his surroundings and took a moment to focus on himself in a window mirror.

"Um, can you trace the source?" Superman asked distractedly over the channel as he looked at his much more feminine body and tight fitting outfit. His cousin was going to have a field day when media got pictures of him now.

"I can try, honey, but it seems to have completely vanished," Zatanna replied in a carefree tone.

"Honey?" Superman asked in a confused tone.

"You prefer I use baby, or miss? Or Mrs? If you got married without inviting me, I'd be very cross with you, girl."

"Girl?"

"Did you get a concussion? Damn, now that I analyze you, you are emitting a lot of residual magic. I think you did get hit."

"I think so too..." Superman said as he turned back and saw pink glittering text in the sky above Metropolis. "See you in a week, unless you want to go [best out of three?]"

Joe chuckled as he rubbed his shoulder that was getting itchy because of the clothing digging into it. Once more, there were choices. Just two this time, though, or more precisely one, as the waiting a week did not have a option for a page number.

Joe focused a bit more on the picture of femboy superman and chuckled, shifting his body around to try and get his slowly engorging dick more comfortable. Then he noticed. His dick felt... different, larger..? Joe looked down at himself and his breath caught in his throat.

Joe looked down and saw a different body. Long hair drifted into his peripheral vision. The itchy piece of clothing was a tank top strap. He scooted out of bed and felt the jiggle of his butt wobble, his center of gravity changed. He quietly ran off into the hallway into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

"What the fuck?" He whispered in a feminine voice. "I'm a fucking femboy," he continued as he noticed his dick kept growing larger. "A... well hung femboy...?" He said as he tried grabbing his dick with his dainty hands, failing to grasp around it.

He felt like his rational mind would tell him to scream and panic, but some lizard brain part of him seemed more interested in rubbing his huge cock.