Sexual Inversion

The crystal was a deep pink, that seemed to shine where the light hit it, bathing the room in a suffuse rose glow. Lois felt a tingle go through her, and looked herself over. Nothing seemed to be different.

"How do you feel?" Mercy said. Lois looked up. She had never quite noticed before how attractive Luthor's chauffeur was. The reporter studied the bones of her face, the set of her lips.

"No different." Lois said, not wanting the green light to come again.

"You've stopped trying to cover yourself." Mercy observed. "How do you feel about being naked?"

Lois looked down at herself and...she guess she had moved her arms down. She should have felt exposed, knowing there were cameras, maybe even recording all this, but...it just felt natural.

On screen, Mercy unbuttoned her shirt. Lois watched, riveted, as the woman stripped. Her muscles were well-defined, standing out against her pale skin, which was marked here and there by scars...the thin line of a blade, the puckered crater of a bullet. Standing there in only a gray sports bra that held her small breasts, Lois could see how ripped the other woman was, the abs hard and well-defined around the navel.

"Do you like what you see, Lois?"

"Yes," Lois said, with some urgency...and then paused to consider it. She'd never thought about Mercy sexually before. The reporter could feel a blush rise on her cheeks. What was going on? Was it the pink kryptonite? Mercy had said she was a one on the Kinsey Scale...if it inverted that...did it make her a six?

"I think we can take this experiment to the next level, Lane."

The door opened. Lois stared, almost wanted to make a rush for the entrance, but two figures were already coming in. Naked figures, a man and behind him a woman. Lois saw the door shut behind him. The man she had never seen before—tall, tan, head shaved clean and muscled like a body builder, his womb-scraper was about three inches long while flaccid. The woman was Maria—the bartender from before. She smiled at Lois and winked, once. Her hips wiggled sexily as she walked past Lois.

The two positioned themselves on opposite sides of the room—the woman on Lois' right, and the man on Lois' left.

"Which do you want to have sex with?" Mercy asked.

"What?" Lois was taken aback.

"Either of these two specimens are willing to have sex with you. Which would you prefer?"

"But I...I'm not..."

"Ah ah ah, no buts." Mercy said, as the counter started on the screen. "5...4...