Start of the week

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The next day, I took Cat's car to work. I gave her my laptop to work from home with. Tonight I'd bring hers from the office. Cat had no need to leave the house without me. This was a test. Cat was more attracted to me the hornier she was and right now she was sitting at five times her normal arousal. Still though, she was Cat Grant, prime A bitch. The very thought of sleeping with me must be humiliating. This mixed well with her “becomes more submissive and aroused the more humiliated she is” customization. It created a cocktail of emotions that should keep Cat submissive and predictable. If I could last nine hours at work without her running away or robbing me, I'd probably be okay with trusting her without using sex or humiliation to do my dirty work.

I parked about three blocks away from the Planet. I could use the garage, but I didn't want questions of why I was driving Cat's car. I had arrived early, knowing my target was already here. I stopped right around the corner from the door and opened Custom Girls.

+12 Daily Gems

Sign-In Bonus! +6 Gems. Keep it up!

Achievement: Cause Fifty Orgasms 53/50 30 gems unlocked!

84/100 Gems

Wow. I knew I was going to hit this number from my math last night, but looking at it was still impressive. I was rubbing up against the gem limit, so I'd better spend these before tomorrow. I pulled up Lois’s profile, just barely in range from down on the ground floor. I knew what I needed for her so I moved to the hotkeys tab and grabbed it.

Flatulence whenever Lois lies: 4 gems.

Wow, more expensive than my last trigger. Does she lie often? Or maybe it just knows that I'm going to use this for nefarious purposes. I kept awareness off for this. I needed her to not know that I knew that she was lying. Next up, I needed an excuse to get inside her house. I turned to the head tab for that.

Can't refuse any suggestions or attempts the user makes to give her a makeover: 12 gems.

This was a broad ability. If it worked the way I thought it would be exactly what I wanted. This one I turned awareness on for. I wanted Lois to know my suggestions were insane, but still have to follow them. Once I had my customizations, I turned the corner and walked inside the office, taking the elevator up.

68/100 gems

“Greetings, Daniella,” Lois said as I walked out the elevator. “Glad to finally see you take the initiative and show up early.” I ignored her dig at me daring to show up when I'm paid to, and just moved on.

“Thank you, Lois,” I said. I walked over to her desk. “Say, do you have some time for some questions?”

“Not really, but I can squeeze you in,” She said, not looking up from her papers.

“Do you have any connections in the tech world?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” Lois said.

“Do you know Karen Starr, from Starrware Industries?” I asked.

“I know of her, but I've never met her.” A loud fart blasted through the room. Lois didn't even flinch though and continued annotating the piece of paper she was working on. So yes, she had met her, but she didn't want me to know.

“Does Clark know her?” I asked.

“I don't know. You should ask him.” Another loud one let rip. So she did know.

“Okay, different question. Does Clark have any family in the state?” I asked. Lois turned towards me and squinted her eyes.

“Why are you asking me this?” She asked.

“I saw a Kent on a personal injury ad,” I lied. “I wanted to know if there was a relation.” She turned back to her papers.

“Besides me and Jon, no. They're all in Smallville.” Two quick but loud farts were let out. It was starting to stink. So yes, he did have family in New York.

“No cousins?” I asked.

“No.” She said. Another fart. Another lie. “Daniella, did you come early just to not work?” Lois turned back to face me. “I have things to do.”

“Just one more,” I said. Time to test my other customization. I walked around her cubicle wall and put my hands on her chair. “Will you,” I spun her around to face me. “Let me give you a makeover today!” I put my hands up in a “yippee” motion. Lois rolled her eyes. She put her papers down and answered frankly.

“Yes.” She said. She made a look of sheer shock. Like she didn't know what her mouth was saying. “Yes.” She tried again. “Of course you can.” She got up and started to cover her mouth with her hand.

“Great,” I said. I put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. “Let's get started.”

I looked Lois up and down. She was wearing an ocean blue blazer over a cream-colored button-up shirt. Her shirt was tucked into black work pants, and she had on sensible flats. I reached over and started undoing buttons. I undid all of them except the bottom button.

“Okay, now give me the blazer,” I said. I held out my hand.

“Daniella, this is highly inappropriate,” Lois said. Even as she said it, she got up and removed the blazer, giving it to me. “I need my clothes.”

“You still have your clothes!” I said. I took the blazer and dropped it in the trash. I looked through her open buttons and saw her bra. It was a relatively normal one, nothing fancy, but it did have a front clasp. “Now give me your bra.”

“My bra?” Lois said as she unclasped the bra. She took it out through her sleeve.

“Okay, now your pants and shoes, but leave the belt on,” I said.

As she did this, I took my purse out and found my makeup kit. I grabbed my reddest waterproof lipstick and uncapped it. Lois looked like she couldn't even dress herself right. She looked insane.

“Okay,” I said as I pulled out the lipstick. “Pucker up.”

Lois did as I asked after handing me her pants and shoes. I went over and started writing. I slathered the lipstick over her lips, making sure it was fully covered. Then I did something else. I went to the left and wrote out a W and an H. Then I went to the right of her mouth and wrote out an R and an E. All in large capital letters. I didn't tell her what I was doing.

“Okay,” I said. “One more thing. Stand up.” Lois did.

I grabbed the waistband on either side of her panties and I pulled up. Hard. I gave her a massive wedgie and **** the middle of her underwear into her pussy lips.

“There, done,” I said. I capped my lipstick and walked off with the rest of Lois’s clothes.

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I let Lois stew in her new outfit for a bit. She rarely left her cubicle to ask me for things today. I spent much of that extra time on the app, looking for new customizations and achievements. Particularly I looked through the categories I haven't used yet.

Others can't stop staring at her breasts and ass: 3 gems.
Target is unable to curse: 2 gems.
Increase leg length 1 inch: 2 gems/rank.
Double buttocks mass once per rank: 7 gems/rank.

Sure, I could just scoop these up, even earn my gems back with the reward, but that was boring. I didn't even really want to edit Lois. She was just a means to an end. She knew more about Power Girl, and I needed to know what. I mulled it over but eventually decided against buying them.

Towards the end of the day, I sprung my trap. I walked up behind Lois, deep in thought and, for all the marbles, tested if the makeover customization did what I wanted.

“Hey, Lois,” I said. “Got any plans for after work?”

“Actually I–,” She started.

“Great!” I interrupted. I spun her chair around to face me. “You, me, makeover. We'll go to the salon, and then you're taking me to your closet so I can fix your wardrobe. Got it?”

“Daniella,” Lois said. Her eyes were almost watering. “I don't know why you have suddenly taken an interest in me.”

“But do we have a deal?” I pushed.

“Yes, we do.” She said.

“Great, tell Clark to not wait up,” I said.

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We took the bus to the local salon. While we sat waiting for our stop I took the time to gril Lois again.

“So, tell me about Clark,” I said.

“Why do you want to know so much about Clark?” Lois spat back.

“He's my coworker,” I said.

“So ask him,” Lois said.

“He's not here right now,” I said. “Besides, it's girls’ time. Can't we gossip about the guys?” Lois sighed.

“What do you want to know?” She asked.

“Why did he move here from Smallville?” I asked.

“To become a journalist,” Lois asked. A loud fart ripped out. That was odd. I asked that question just to have an icebreaker. I didn't expect for her to lie about it.

“What does he do outside of work?” I asked.

“He spends most of his free time with me and Jon.” Another fart. Damn, did Lois always lie this much?

“Cat told me he has a brother. What is he like?” I asked.

“Conner's pretty young. He still acts like a teenager.” Lois said. First truthful statement so far. “Why are you so curious about Clark's family?”

“He never talks about them. I know all about your sister or Cat's last marriage, but Clark only ever talks about his mom.” I said. “Then I find out from Cat he has a mysterious cousin in California and an adoptive brother nearly twenty years younger than him.”

“You and Cat are talking now?” Lois squinted her eyes. “You seemed to avoid her all the time until now.”

“Yeah, well, I'm trying to make an effort to get to know all my coworkers. You, Cat, Clark.”

“Then do you have any questions for me about me?” Lois asked.

“Have you and Superman ever... you know?” I asked.

“Ew, gross.” She leaned away from me. “No.” Once again, a loud prmfff echoed throughout the bus. Huh, I was joking. Well, if that's the case. Onto the next obvious one.

“Come on. It's a common belief. You know his secret identity, right?” I asked. Lois started to laugh.

“Why does everyone think that? It's gross. Just because I'm a woman?” I tried to not roll my eyes, given I knew she had slept with him. “And no, I don't know.” Instantly another fart was let out. So she did know.

“I'm sorry, okay?” I said. “I just wanted to double-check!”

“Okay, so Clark gets questions about his family, and I get questions about, again, another man?” Lois said.

“Okay, well, does Clark know?” I asked.

“No,” Lois laughed. Another fart was let out. So, Clark does know who Superman is.

“Do you know any other superhero’s secret identity? Batman, Flash, Powergirl?”

“No, no, and no,” Lois said. Three loud farts came out. Bingo. “Plus, Powergirl? Not like, Wonder Woman?”

“Wonder Woman has a public identity,” I said, defensive.

“But still, Powergirl?” Lois said.

“She's local to Metropolis,” I said. “Fine then, Black Canary?”

“Still no,” Lois said. Yet again, she farted. At this point, it was getting gross.

I avoided questions for the rest of the ride. Only open-ended stuff like “how was it being a military brat?” or “how is it being a mother?” I did want to get to know Lois. Just not as much as I wanted to know her friends.

When we got to the salon, I knew what I wanted. I got Lois into the chair and whispered what I wanted to the hairdresser.

“Are you sure?” The hairdresser asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“And are you sure?” She asked Lois.

“Um, yeah,” Lois said. “Whatever Daniella wants.”

“Okay,” The hairdresser said.

Thirty-five minutes later, Lois’s hair was almost done. We turned her around to the mirror and she saw it in all its glory. Gone was her long raven hair. We had bleached it and then dyed it. Now, in its place was a soft pink mullet.

“Oh, it's- it's- um,” Lois stuttered.

“Oh, we're not done,” I said. “Mary, may I have the clippers?”

“Here you go,” The hairdresser said.

She plopped the electric clipper into my hand. I pressed it to the base of Lois’s skull, right in the middle, and started shaving up. I kept as straight a line as I could as I went from the top of her neck, up the back of her head, over the top, and down to her bangs. Then I went again, until all the hair in the center strip was gone. I did a similar shave on the left and right edges, but instead of going from the top of the neck, I started at the top of the head and just went to the forehead. Mary then fixed up my lines to make sure they were presentable.

“And we. Are. Done.” Mary said as she unclipped the bib from around Lois’s neck.

Lois was stunned. Perplexed. She looked like she was a pledge that was pranked by her sorority sisters, not a grown mother and reporter. I helped her out of the chair.

“Wh-wh-why?” She asked.

“You look so much better now!” I lied.

I walked Lois back to her apartment after that. We didn't talk much. She was still stunned by how much of her look had changed just today.

“You said Clark wasn't home, right?” I asked as we went up the stairs of the brownstone.

“Yes,” Lois said. “He's following a lead for a story.” Another fart. I was starting to get pissed about how much she lied about her husband.

“Okay,” I said.

Once we got upstairs, I moved like a madwoman. I went through every drawer and closet, throwing clothes out and onto the floor. I wasn't actually looking for new clothes for Lois, but instead looking everywhere for evidence.

It was in the bedroom where I found it. In a side closet was an outfit that Lois DEFINITELY didn't want me to see. There, hung up, was, and there was no other way to say this, a Superman-themed BDSM **** suit.

It was made of chains with a variant of the Superman logo on the front, only instead of spandex, it was a metal plate. It had leather undies, metal cuffs, and a black collar. Normally, this would just be a weird quirk of a long-running relationship, but I knew better. Not only did Clark look EXACTLY like Superman, but I knew he had some connection to the superhero community. “I didn’t sleep with Superman” my ass.

“Daniella, I can explain,” Lois said.

“Lois,” I turned to look at her. “Is Clark Superman?”

“Whaaaat? Noooo,” She said. Like clockwork, she farted again. “We just get a little spicy in the bedroom.” Another fart, another lie.

“Lois, I’m not an idiot. Clark is like 6 feet slouching, is built like a brick shithouse, and is always disappearing.” I said.

“We’re investigative journalists! We have complicated lives!” Lois said.

“Lois.” I said.

“Fine. Just, please don’t tell anyone,” Lois said.

“Lois, ‘we’re investigative journalists!’” I threw her own words back at her. “I can't not tell someone!”

“I haven't! I've known for over a decade and nary a peep.” Lois said.

“Fine,” I said. I crossed my arms in defiance. "I won't tell anyone.”

“Are you sure?” Lois asked.

“No, I'm not sure!” I said. “This goes against nearly every fiber of my being! You're lucky I have no good evidence besides your kink suit.” Lois breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” Lois said. “We owe you one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.“Let’s get your makeover started before I come to my senses.”

The makeover part was somewhat simple. I just grabbed every piece of clothing I wanted from Lois and took it. Then I singled out the clothes that weren’t appropriate for work and made her keep them. Once we were done we had some clear rules:

1. No pants of any kind. Skirts, panties, bikini bottoms, all fair game. No pants though.
2. Keep her legs bare. I had to cut up some skirts because of this. Lois had a gorgeous pair of legs, and I wanted them shown off.
3. Either a shirt or a bra but never both.
4. All shirts must show **** cleavage, usually by being fully unbuttoned.
5. High heels with everything. Very high heels.
   And 6. Heavy makeup in the same style as what I did to her this morning. Always with a degrading message or two to show the world.

When I left, Lois was wearing an old T-shirt from Jon ten sizes too small, a pair of pants I used scissors to cut so short the pants legs were no longer separated, and seven-inch heels. No underwear. Lois looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“On Wednesday, we’ll go out and buy your new clothes,” I said as I picked up the bags of new clothes I had taken from her closet for myself. “Sound good?”

“I guess.” Lois threw her hands up in defeat. “It's better than being half-dressed all the time.”

“Great. Now I better get going,” I said. “Thank you for being a good sport about this. You look great.”

Lois walked me to the door. The entire time she was pulling on her bottoms to try and cover more of her backside.

“Well, Daniella, it's been great,” Lois said as she opened the door. Right after she said that a loud fart filled the room. Honestly, I can't blame her for lying about that one. It reminded me to toggle off the trigger so that wouldn't keep happening after today. Once I turned that off I turned to Lois.

“Oh, Lois,” I said as I walked down the stairs.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“I figured out what you can do for me,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Lois asked.

“You said you ‘owe me one.’” I walked up a step. “I figured out how we can be even.”

“Daniella,” Lois said. “I don't know—”

“It’s really simple,” I took another step up. “I'm not asking you to rob a bank or anything.” I was now only a step below Lois, seeing her eye to eye. “I just want to meet Wonder Woman. Is that bad?” Lois sighed.

“Alright fine,” Lois said. “I'll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” I gave Lois a light hug. “See you on Wednesday.”

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As I rode the bus back to The Daily Planet to pick up Cat's car I was giddy with excitement. Clark being Superman just made so much sense. Not only that, but it made other pieces fall into place. For one, Kara had to be Supergirl. It was the only thing that made sense. I had my next targets and my “in” to get to them.