You are a superhuman

It's clear just what you are - Sophie the Suphermaphrodite! Boy, you can already hear the pre-theme-music scene: 'Masturbates faster than a bullet, and harder than a locomotive! Able to cum into the outer atmosphere with ease, or drill a hole into an anvil with the smallest jet of spunk.'

Sophie: "That's not too bad of an idea... But just having an ultra donger isn't much of a superpower. I can't just ejaculate towards criminals if they'll end up as human colanders."

But then, another idea does suit you.

Sophie: "Hey... what if I was a supervillain?"

The Dickstress! No bank vault is rigid enough - no armor hard enough to protect against her missile-grade seed! Yep, that's it. Time to bring this city to its knees and **** its head to slobber on your needy tip.

However, 'The Dickstress' is not to see the light of day yet. You lack training, and more importantly, knowledge of your full powers. The basement will function as your temporary makeshift lair, until you can scrounge up enough funds for a proper secret lair.

These high anticipations are met with even higher results. It seems that this astounding strength and durability extend to elsewhere on your body. While testing your powers with the tools in your basement, you effortlessly manhandle your crowbar into a knot, and harmlessly flatten nails against the palm of your hand with a nail gun. It's apparent that you're a flying brick. Well, not literally a flying brick. Just a brick.

Sophie: "Or rather, The Prick. Not the most eloquent of villain names, but fitting for sure."