Transsexuals

Lois barely whispered the word, but the hidden microphones in the room caught it, and she heard the word echo back through the speakers.

The woman looked up at the images on the screen—the bodies of women, fit, toned, slim, and curvy, all with that little something extra. It went back to her first interview for the student newspaper...talking to a student that was transitioning. God, she'd been so raw during that interview, not wanting to say the wrong thing, ask the wrong question, but so much wanting to know...and they were students. So young. So after the formal interview, they'd had a couple of beers...then more beers...and they were still talking about it, the hormones that she was on, how her breasts were growing, and some of the things she'd had to do to pay for it...

"You can't just rush into surgery," Lois had heard the transwoman say. "It costs money, and their are psychological evaluations and medical tests and...you want the right doctor. To do a good job of it."

By then they were both drunk, and Lois was thinking of her as just another girlfriend. Then of course Lois had asked to see it...and she had. Lois had stared at it, the pale wrinkled thing and the shaved sack underneath...and taken it in her hand...and mouth...

It had been a sloppy blowjob. Lois' interview subject had a hard time getting hard, and Lois had sucked and slobbered, drunk and really wanting to give her new friend some relief. The young reporter had managed to get it past the oyster-in-a-slot-machine phase, rolling back the foreskin with her tongue, playing with the balls...and then she had see her transsexual friend reach back and press a finger into their asshole. That was a first for Lois, and it got her so excited her pussy began to get a little moist...and in her mouth, finally, the cock was getting hard. So Lois sucked harder, more enthusiastically, head bouncing up and down on her friend's prick, all the while the transwoman just started fucking herself harder with her fingers.

She splurted without warning a heavy, sticky load that caught Lois in the tonsils. A pornstar or lover might have tried to swallow, but Lois gagged and just managed to avoid hacking the cum back up on the rapidly wilting dick. As it was, she managed to cough most of it into her hand, a puddle of yellow-white splooge that overran her palm and hung in drops above the carpet.

They washed their hands and laughed it off, and Lois killed the taste with lime and beer. Later on, when they both sobered up, Lois had wondered about the whole thing. Whether the transwoman she interviewed actually liked girls, or if she was just pretending, thinking it was some guy blowing her, fucking her...but Lois never got a chance to find out.

Lois had never quite gotten over the whole experience. The interest remained with her. Late at night, when her column was submitted and there was nothing else to do, she'd relax with a glass of wine, take off her pants and panties and...research her dirty little bookmarks. Girls with something extra. Sites with diary-like entries of their transitioning, with photographs. Watching them become more feminine. She couldn't remember when she'd started touching herself when looking through the sites related to her "hobby."

Then Lex said something that snapped her back to the present.

"How would you like to experience what it is to be one?"

Lois stared up at the monitor. Transsexuals still overlaid Lex's face, flashing through in their endless sideshow; girls with cocks, boys with tits, cuntboys with their smooth muscled chests and pussies between their legs... All the strange androgynous bodies transitioning in between the great gender poles of the world.

"This room is part of an experiment. Temporary full-body transformations. The technology is based on Kryptonian biology. Exposure to specific varieties of red kryptonite cause rapid, reversible mutations. We can let you experience what it is like. No surgery. Do you accept?"

Lois hesitated. She had never seriously thought about transitioning herself. It just wouldn't be possible, in her life, with her position...sure, she'd fantasized sometimes, about what it must be like to be transsexual, but only during her lonely late-night masturbation sessions. Yet if what Lex said was true...