Supergirl nodded, chewing her gum.  "Like, at least I'm still totes smart for real.  'N I can totally live with cute hair like this!"

"Ju have a good attitude," America said with a wry smile.  Then, bracing herself, she approached a locker.  "Mi turno, mujer."

"No way, doll!  I'm still totally getting off easy.  Like, no more for you til I catch up."

America shook her head and reached for a locker.  Supergirl flew an inch in the air, causing America to be overwhelmed with sensation and stopping her hand.  "Dios mio," she moaned.

"My turn, baby." Throwing caution to the wind, Kara opened two doors at once.  Inside one locker was a textbook on the history of Japan. In the other, a small piece of carpet.  The changes swept over Supergirl quickly and she moaned in her breathy new voice. 

Her hair turned black and grew straight, but stayed in pig tails.  Her skin became olive colored and her eyes narrowed.  Her red boots morphed into black and white Mary Janes with knee high pink socks. Her red skirt shortened and became pleated, turning into a pink and black plaid.  Her top was now a tight white blouse, the top several buttons undone to show off her huge tits in their pink bra.  And around her neck, a small silver necklace with the Supergirl logo.

Supergirl went to the mirror, turning and posing as she took in the new her, squeezing her breasts with a smile and giggle.

"Mierda," America whispered.  "Ju okay, Kara?"

Supergirl giggled again as she turned and moved near her friend.  "Okay?  I'm, like, totally amaze-balls!  And I think you should call me Kiki.  Kara doesn't feel right anymore."

Kiki was now very close and America gulped. She wasn't sure she'd ever been so horny.  "So it make ju a sexy school girl.  At least we both puta parodies now. But what did the carpet do?"

Kiki giggled.  "Like, that's the best part!"  She put her hands on Americas hips and pulled the Latina into a lusty kiss that was eagerly reciprocated.  "It made me a rug muncher!"

***

"Oh, fuck my twat," Mary Marvel said.  "That fuckin asshole wasn't lying!"

"No he fucking wasn't," Kamala replied.  "I guess we need to start hitting these dumbass buttons until we can figure out how to get away from that shitbird."

Suddenly, another word appeared in the air: pierced nipples.

Almost unthinking, Kamala slapped the button.  Mary Marvel squealed. "My tits!  You bitch!"

"Calm the fuck down, bitch!  I wasn't thinking!"

The two started arguing so fast and so loud that they missed it when "bikini babe" appeared in the air.  Suddenly, they were both in tight little bikinis. Mary's was white, Kamala's black.  It was Kamala's turn to shriek.  She tried covering up with her arms, but that just allowed Mary to hit the button when "tattoos" appeared.

***

Kate Bishop rubbed her big ass. She didn't want admit it, but she really wanted to be spanked.

Karen Star squeezed her big tits together.  She wanted someone to suck them.

They'd been trying to come up with a way out for some time, but with no luck.  A couple of more superhero if attempts resulted in a bow and arrow tramp stamp for Kate and perpetual lactation for Karen.

They were both beginning to think about cutting their losses.

***

Peter Parker awoke in a strange, sparse room. The walls were mirrored and there was a bed in the center.  He shared the bed with a red headed woman in a black costume with a yellow bat on the chest. She also had a cape. Peter had on his Spider-Man costume, but no mask.

Soon, they were both awake and looking around.  She'd introduced herself as Batgirl, Barbara Gordon.

"Hello, heroes!"  The voice boomed from unseen speakers and Peter and Barbara got into defensive stances.

Barbara yelled out, "What is this?"

The voice laughed. "I am Dr Diabolical and it's time for a game."  Words began to appear on the mirrors: fake boobs, body art, milf, Amazon, and eight more.  "I want a superhero shemale porno video. That's all.  The room is rigged with camera and sound. All you have to do is jack each other off and the game is over.  Or you can pick a mirror, but one of you must pick a mirror every five minutes or else you both get all of them. And I should mention, with each mirror, you will become more at ease with you bodies, your sexuality, and each other.  Sooner or later, I will get what I want."

"You're crazy!"  It was Peters turn to yell.  "We're not even shemales!"  He turned to Barbara suddenly unsure. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Well then, we'd better take care of that first."  

Two mirrors sprung from the ground, one opposite each hero.  Barbara looked in hers and saw herself, but her pants were open in the front and a big dick was hanging out.  She gasped and reached down. The reflection had become real.

In Peters mirror was a tanned, lithe woman with long, dark hair.  Her costume was a lot like Peters, but where his was blue, hers was bear.  It was tight over her firm, smallish breasts and her big, hard cock.  Peter felt the cool air against his newly bare skin and new the reflection was now reality.