Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Who Is Lois Lane?

Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Greatest Blonde

It's not that I would want to be much different, Lois thought to herself as she fingers closed on the gem. Something like an electric current ran through her, red glowing veins spreading from her fingertips down her arms.

It wasn't painful. That was the worst part. But Lois could see herself in the mirror...as she began to change.

Her skin became a little smoother, old scars and stretch marks from puberty fading. A little bit of fat fading away, leaving her with a bit more muscle definition, the hint of abs that spoke of a gym bunny. And all that fat had to go somewhere, so why not make her breasts a little bigger?

The reporter watched them, felt them, swell into the kind of 70's Playboy playmate territory where they kept their champagne glass shape, with just a hint of sag, but definitely heavy DD-cup territory. They tented her shirt now, bra straining to contain them, making it hard to breathe.

A couple other things could swell too. Lois thought as her waist shrunk in an inch and her hips flair, ass rounding out. Her pants, unable to split, sank lower down, revealing the crack of her ass and her black thong bikini. Then her lips, which she never pouted, took on that slightly beestung look that Lois had always associated with sucking cock.

Finally, there was her hair. The crawling veins of light were moving up her face, and Lois Lane could see her raven-dark locks start to lighten at the roots. Pale, bottle-blonde strands displaying the darkness of her natural hair color, until she stared at herself with a kind of Marilyn Monroe look.

Big tits, big ass, waspish waist, blonde... Lois didn't like to think about what she looked like now. But the thought, once made, the gem turned into reality.

The old Lois Lane was washed away in a flare of pink light.

Lois blinked, suddenly standing in a dark room. The red gem's glow had faded, the fire in its heart slumbering. The door cracked open, letting in light from the hallway. The blonde reporter held up her hand to shield her eyes...

...and noticed her fingernails were pink.

"Well, Lois?" Blaze asked from the doorway. "How do you feel?"