She Changes Sex

One Mississippi, two Mississippi...

Lois Lane counted the seconds go by. The instant the red light had come on, she closed her eyes—and in the afterimage she made out some form of crystal, cut like a ruby gem. But her attention was on the tingling that swept throughout her body, a pins-and-needles sensation that started at the skin and then began to...penetrate.

The reporter shivered uncontrollably as the sensation crept in...past her lips and into her mouth, beneath her eyelids, into her ears...and then lower down, the pins-and-needles began to spread inside her sensitive pussy, flowing like molasses. Yet Lois knew she could endure this—she had to. Lives were at stake.

Ten Mississippi, eleven Mississippi...

The pins-and-needles had gone deeper, down into the muscles, crawling down her mouth toward her stomach and up her vaginal canal to her womb...and, Lois feared, even into her brain, her whole skull on fire with the terrible, persistent prickling. Already it was so intense that her outer skin felt numb.

Thirty Mississippi, thirty-one Mississippi...

Lois lay still. The shivering had stopped. The prickling had died down into a kind of constant, body-wide itch along her bones. Something was happening, she knew. She could feel odd pressures, knotting up in her stomach. Ants racing up and down her spine. Her face and hands felt puffy, swollen, and the swelling was spreading, though slower than the tingles had done.

Sixty Mississippi, sixty-one Mississippi...

She couldn't feel her cunt. Lois realized this slowly. All her life, she had lived with having a pussy, the constant knowledge of it just "down there" was something she took for granted. Yet somehow she knew—just instinctively knew—that was no longer the case. There had been strange shifts inside her pelvis for the last several seconds, and odd sense of pressure that was not painful but also...like having a tooth pulled, but in reverse. There was something in that part of her, that had not been there before. And it wasn't done yet.

Ninety Mississippi, ninety-one Mississippi...

Something gave, down below. New sensations flooded Lois' awareness. Like a part of her had ruptured out of her crotch. She could feel it along her thigh now...and could feel her thigh through it. Soft and warm, flesh of her flesh, and as she spread her legs, something fell on the table. Cold metal brushed sensitive skin, and she instinctively she flexed unknown muscles, trying to pull it back...but it was still growing.

One-hundred-twenty Mississippi...

Overhead, the red light went out. Lois opened her eyes, blinked rapidly. The green-skinned alien stared at her, impassive. Maria was there too, but she was staring at something below the reporter's face. Carefully, Lois levered her upper body up. There was no pain—but her balance was off—and she looked down to see what they were gawking at.

Her eyes blinked past her now flat, broad, muscular chest, to fasten upon her penis.