Bad Girl

Lois bared her teeth and stuck out her chin. "I'll never give in to you...whore of Darkseid!"

Granny's face split into a beatific grin. Like a kindly old lady who had just seen her grandchild for the first time.

"Oh ducky...I'm so happy to hear that. We're going to have such fun."

She held up her rod, which crackled ominously, yellow sparks crawling over the surface, increasing slowly in frequency and intensity.

"Do you know child, that on Apokalips, the first thing we do to potential furies?" Her tone was mild, ingratiating, and her eyes flashed in time with the pulsing of the wand. Lois spat, a glob of saliva aimed through the air at Granny's eye...and was caught by a small blinding arc, and burst into a sudden flash of steam. Granny's smile grew wider.

"We strip them. Of everything. Clothes. Dignity. Pride. Illusions."

Lois barely had time for the first twinge of fear before light flashed forth from the rod. She shut her eyes instinctively and threw up her hands before her face, but could still see it, burning through her arms and eyelids. Heat washed over her, like facing an oven door...and her skin burned as though she stood naked at high noon during the summer.

The light seemed to burn through her. Lois couldn't think, there was no escape from it. Yet memories bubbled up...flashes of herself and the other women in the gym during university, showering together. All those forbidden glances at breast and bush, ass and well-muscle back as it arched so the chest caught the splash of the water, which dripped down over smooth flat bellies and between their legs...and a time her father had caught her, once, looking at a Playboy, two women together on the page, and the unreadable look on his face...

Lois she didn't cry out, and after an interminable moment the heat and light vanished as suddenly as it came.

Hesitantly, Lois opened her eyes, blinking at the after-images in her vision. Her head felt...cold...and looked down at herself. The reporter couldn't see any burns, only...her eyes fastened on her bare pussy, now as bald as a girl's. She looked at her arms, at the fine hairs that should have been there—but they too were gone, the skin as smooth as if freshly waxed. With a hesitant, probing gesture she touched her brow...where the eyebrow should have been...and felt only smooth skin. She ran the hand back, up over her head, and found only a bare scalp...

"Vanity," Granny said. "Too many women think their beauty a part of them. You will have no need of it. Not for what comes next, child. Soon, you will thank me." The rod crackled again, the charge building up once more. "Oh yes...but first, I think, you need another gift..."