Lois Lane stood frozen in the bullpen of the Daily Planet. She was afraid, confused and, increasingly, aroused. Only moments ago, it had seemed like a regular day at the office. She had been working on a piece about a beauty pageant when she had stopped Jimmy Olson, who’d been walking by her desk to ask if bikini had one k or two.
Then, suddenly, the door burst open to reveal a woman who looked a hell of a lot like a bustier version of Wonder Woman, but instead of red and blue, this woman’s delicious curves were crammed into a very sexy French maid’s uniform. With a swish of her feather duster, she’d ensorcelled the office, sending most away, but keeping Lois and Jimmy along with Cat Grant and Perry White.
This “Mighty Maid,” as she called herself, was now inspecting them, while a smaller woman, also a French maid stood behind and giggled. Lois found herself stealing glances of Mighty Maid’s cleavage. She was feeling very hot and bothered and couldn’t figure out why. Mighty Maid caught one stray glance and smiled and winked at the ace reporter. She sauntered over and flicked the duster in Lois’ face. “Whatever you are zinking,” she said in her delectable French accent, “keep zinking it. Only more so.”
Mighty Maid then stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out. A stray thought flickered in the back of Lois’ mind. She wanted to suck those big, French titties. Mighty Maid spoke, “As I was zaying. My girls are out in ze world making more lesbians for me to rule. I, ‘ow you say, grew bored waiting with only zis one.” She pointed her thumb at the other maid, who giggled.
“I like ze girls,” she said, looking directly at Lois, who blushed despite herself. “And zis one is just a sissy boi. Aren’t you, Clark?”
Jimmy was the first to burst out, “That’s Superman?!”
Mighty Maid chuckled, moving closer to Jimmy. “Oui and non. ‘E was Superman.” She cast her eyes back at the sissy. “‘Oo are you now?”
The sissy smiled proudly and announced in an impossibly high and squeaky voice, “I’m Super Sissy, mistress!”
The four reporters were horrified. Or three of them were. Lois was looking at Mighty Maid’s legs.
“It was zo fun making and ‘umiliating him, I zought ‘is friends would be just as fun.” She looked Jimmy up and down. “I zink I ztart with you. You take the pictures, non?”
“Yes, I take pictures, but if you ever think…” Jimmy was silenced when Mighty Maid put a finger to his lips. She smiled as some very naughty thoughts entered her head. She moved over to Lois and took the reporter by the hand, leading her back in front of Jimmy. “What do you zink, Lois? She ‘e be a sissy boi like Clarkie or a zexy woman, like you?”
Lois smiled, enjoying being close to Mighty Maid. She even snuck her arm around the woman’s waist, making sure to brush her sexy ass as she did. “A woman,” Lois moaned. “A sexy lesbian.”
Mighty Maid’s face was very close to Lois’. She looked the reporter dead in the eyes. Their breasts were just barely touching. Mighty Maid’s finger traced Lois’ jaw. “What else?”
Lois closed her eyes, enjoying the maid’s touch. “He’s always been the youngest one here, so she should be young, too. Young and fun and flirty, with big sexy pigtails and even even bigger titties.”
Mighty Maid rewarded her thrall with a peck on the nose. “Tres bon! I like it!” She turned to Jimmy. Starting with his head, she dusted him all over, paying special attention to his chest. As she dusted, she spoke. “You are no longer Jimmy Olsen. You are now Paparazzi, a zexy nineteen year old lesbian zlut. You are fun. You are flirty. You are good with ze camera.”
The changes washed over Jimmy. With each word he felt himself slipping away. He cared at first, but not by the end. When the Mighty Maid was done, Jimmy was gone completely. In his place, a sexy young woman who was just as Lois imagined. She was tall and slim with long legs that ended in wedge heeled sandals to add even more hight. Her cute little ass was encased in the shortest shorts imaginable. A black belt with pouches for her gear hung off her hips. A tiny white t shirt clung obscenely to a pair of enormous tits that just begged to be sucked. Across the front, the word PRESS. Her coppery red hair was indeed styled into two big and puffy pig tails. Her skin was pale and dotted all over with freckles. In her hands, a very special Polaroid camera, with each click of the camera and direction from its owner, it would turn the subject more and more into the ideal lesbian model. Paparazzi cast her vivid green eyes on Lois and Mighty Maid and smiled. “Thanks!” her voice was contained within it the vocal fry so many young women seemed to have now. “I bet I look hella hot. I can’t wait to take a selfie with you babes!”
Mighty Maid whispered in Lois’ ear. “What do you zink?”
Lois smiled and moved behind the new Paparazzi. She cupped the woman’s tits and nibbled on her bare neck. “So fucking, hot, Mighty Maid.” She gave Paparazzi’s tits a squeeze and looked the maid in the eye. “Do me next?”