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Supershe Part II By Cooper Superman initially headed for the Fortress of Solitude, intending to grab his kryptonite proof suit, changed his mind and headed toward the site where Metallo was menacing people, started back toward the Fortress and then stopped, floating in the air, unable to decide. "What should I do," he wondered, hovering somewhere over Canada. "I'm not sure if anyone is in danger... but I don't have the suit..." He tugged uncertainly on one of his earrings and fiddled with his scrunchie. Several loud explosions gave him a start, and he realized that Superboy had engaged Metallo. "Superboy might not realize Metallo has his kryptonite heart back!" Superman realized, bolting toward the site where Metallo and Superboy battled, "I have to warn him!" Metallo was at a construction site of some kind, Superman could see huge cranes and backhoes digging some kind of huge pit. Metallo was at the edge of the pit, batting away rocks that Superboy hurled at him from a safe distance, smashing the boulders to splinters and howling in fury. "Superboy," Superman yelled, his soft voice filled with concern, "be careful. Metallo has kryptonite." Superboy hurled another rock at Metallo, glanced at the tan, tone teen-age girl who'd flown up to him, and did a double-take. "Superman?" "Yeah," Superman said, hooking his legs together at the ankles and looking away. "It's me." Metallo tossed a boulder back at Superboy, but he caught it and hurled it back before picking up another and launching it at Metallo. The standstill continued for a moment before he turned around and looked at Superman again, frustrated. "You gonna help or you just come to watch?" "Oh! Sorry! What should I do?" "Get behind him and destroy the cliff he's standing on. I want to get him down in the pit where he can't hurt anyone. Then, we have to immobilize him." "'kay." Superman grabbed one of the boulders from the back of a dump truck, raced around behind Metallo and threw it at the base of the cliff-underhand-with all his might. Metallo turned to see what was going on behind him, but too late to do anything about it. Superman's boulder shattered the cliff just as another from Superboy exploded against his head and sent him tumbling down into the pit. "You did it!" Superman yelled, his hands in the air, one knee raised waist high. Superboy wasn't paying attention. He grabbed one of the cranes and prepared to dump it on Metallo. Superman, on a sudden impulse, flew down into the hole and landed above Metallo, hands on hips. When Metallo's chest opened and the green glow of the kryptonite bathed him, he fell to his knees and cried out: "Superboy!" in a small, helpless voice. "Damn!" Superboy dropped the crane on Metallo, partially shielding the radiation coming from his chest, swooped down, scooped Superman into his arms and carried him to safety before racing back to the pit and piling dump trucks, cranes and boulders onto the mechanical freak from a safe distance. Once he was sure that Metallo was disabled, he flew back to find Superman on the ground, his legs tucked under him. "Thanks for saving me," Superman said with an awe shucks smile. "What the hell were you thinking flying down in the hole like that? Kryptonite doesn't effect me, but you could have been killed!" Superman was surprised and a little pleased by Superboy's anger. "I didn't... I mean..." He felt tears pooling in his eyes. "I was just trying to help." The tears worked. Superboy's anger evaporated and he leaned down, taking the edge of his coat and wiping the tears from the young woman's cheek. "Oh, don't cry now. Come on, it's not that big a deal." "You think I'm stupid." "No. Of course not. You were..." he searched helplessly for something that would stop Superman from crying. "You were supportive!" Superman smiled, his bright green eyes lighting up at the compliment. "You didn't really need me," he said, putting a hand on Superboy's arm and letting his voice soften and even raised another half octave. "You were so brave to save me like that." The combination weirded Superboy out. He knew the gorgeous blonde in the short skirt was-recently-a man, one of the most powerful men in the universe, but he couldn't help but admire her plump, red lips, electric green eyes, and pretty, pretty, feminine voice. He felt himself getting aroused, blushed and tried to pull away, but Superman gripped his wrist. "Help me up?" "Sure." Superboy put his hand over Superman's and pulled the girl to her feet, Superman pretending to stumble into Superboy, putting his hand on Superboy's rock hard pecs for support. "I'm still a little weak from the kryptonite," Superman said, looking up wide-eyed into Superboy's stunned face. "Hold me for just a sec while I get my strength back." "Whatever." Superboy put an arm awkwardly around Superman's slender waist, the little hero's perfume swirling around him, making him light headed. Superman actually felt Superboy tremble a bit, and delighted in his ability to arouse the young man. He reached up and used his pink nails to flip Superboy's hair off his forehead. "I saw the thing on the news," Superboy managed trying to make some small talk, his voice a little hoarse, the feeling of having a young woman-this young woman-- in his arms both pleasant and terrifying. "Yeah? How did I look?" "Not as good as you do now," he blurted, immediately regretting it. "Oh, that's so sweet. Do you like my new costume?" Superboy glanced down, his eyes immediately drawn to the golden brown swelling of breasts, tightly encased in a soft, white sweater. One of Superman's snow white bra- straps was showing against his shoulder where the sweater had slipped down. Superboy averted his gaze, looking off at the horizon, trying to put the vision out of his mind. "It looks great." Barbie kissed Superboy on the cheek and slipped out of his arms. "Thanks, I feel stronger now. See ya 'round?" "Yeah." Superboy sighed with relief when Superman flew away. Superboy, himself, was making plans for dealing with the still trapped Metallo, but as he went to work, he kept thinking about that bright white bra strap against the soft, smooth, brown of Superman's shoulder. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, considering, wanting. "Am I some kind of fag?" When Clark flashed through the window, Lois looked up and smiled. "So, how'd it go?" "It was... like... well, Superboy was there-he is so brave- and Metallo-oh yeah, I had to warn Superboy because, well, Metallo? He has kryptonite, which I didn't know if Superboy knew, but of course he did so he didn't need me to warn him but I was so worried he might get hurt I just stood there and told him to be careful instead of fighting, but then I did help, only I accidentally got too close to Metallo and Superboy had to save me!" Lois, grinning ear to ear at the excited little female before her, gradually calmed Superman down and got the whole story from him. "You were flirting with Superboy?" "What? Gross! I was still weak from the kryptonite and he was checking me out! It was so disgusting!" "You don't really sound disgusted, Barbie." Superman's mouth fell open and his cheeks reddened beyond the soft pink he'd put on with his blush. "You don't think? I didn't flirt! He was just being a guy." "You sound like you have a crush on him." "Get real!" Superman squealed. "Me? A crush on a boy!" Lois eventually gave her husband a little punch on the shoulder. "I'm just teasing," she said. "I know you would never flirt with a guy." "Good." "You ready for your meeting with Luthor?" The thought of the meeting with Luthor clouded Clark's bright, innocent face. "I guess. I can't imagine what he wants, though. Pro'lly just to make fun of me." "Luthor wouldn't go to all the trouble of trying to buy the Daily Planet just to make fun of you." "I guess." "What do you think he wants?" "You know what?" Barbie said with a sudden smile, her eyes lighting up. "I think that I should have at least four different costumes now." "Barbie, that's probably not the most important thing..." But Barbie was in a fashion frenzy and couldn't be dissuaded. "I think it would be really lame for me to wear the same outfit all the time, right? So I figure I'll have at least four and wear them in rotation, so no one thinks I wear the same clothes all the time which is, like, yuck?" Lois, unable to resist Barbie's girlish enthusiasm, ended up spending the night with her doing virtual make-overs, surfing fashion websites, paging through old Cosmopolitans and even issues of Maxim "'cause those girls always look so-um, sexy?" They ended up designing five additional outfits for Barbie, who just couldn't decide on only four, and came up with an additional plan that would involve her mixing and matching accessories so that even the five could be worn a dozen different ways. It was a night of gushy, feminine strategizing that left Superman excited and exhausted, dropping into bed with visions of haut culture leather boots, disco-ball bikini tops, too-sexy mini-dresses and have to have cute belts and bustiers dancing in his little head. In the morning, he put on his sweater, eschewing the push- up bra he'd worn the day before for something more traditional, his skirt, carefully fixed his make-up, and headed off for his showdown with Luthor determined not to let such a gross old man get the better of him. Carefully scanning Luthor's room with his x-ray vision to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap, Superman burst threw the window and skidded to a halt across from Luthor's desk. Legs apart, hands on hips, he said, "You have two minutes." Luthor stood and started to come around his desk, "Superman... I..." "Don't come any closer." "Okay. Okay. Look, I have to tell you something. I am giving up crime. I want to give up crime." 'Good God,' Luthor thought, looking at small, slender bronze beauty Superman had become. The golden hair, the soft lips. He-she-looked so sweet, innocent and feminine. A lump formed in Luthor's throat and he felt himself sweating, unable to take his eyes from the athletically curvaceous female before him. Superman rolled his eyes. "Okay. Thanks for sharing." "No, listen. I, I'm serious. But you have to know why." Superman shrugged. Something was wrong with Luthor. There was a look in his eyes... odd, and he seemed so hesitant and unsure. "What is it?" "This is hard for me." Luthor sat down in his big, overstuffed leather chair. Shook his head and stood back up. "Do you want a drink?" "You now have one minute," Superman said, but his voice faltered. Something strange was happening here. "Okay. Okay." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Luthor stared at his feet for a moment and then looked Superman right in the eyes and said, "I'm in love with you." "Luthor..." "No, I mean it I am in love with you. I can't stop thinking of you. All night, I can't sleep..." Superman felt himself blush, hooked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Luthor, I'm still a man inside. This body is only temporary..." "It could be permanent, Superman. You could stay that way." Superman smoothed his pleated skirt and shook his head. "Luthor, I'm really sorry, but I'm sure this is just some kind of phase for you. I'm a man, Luthor. Inside I am-like- such the man." "This is no phase. I have to have you. You're driving me insane." "I have to go," Superman said. "Maybe we can talk about this later. Okay? But it's just too weird right now." "What about your friends at the Daily Planet? Don't you want to save their jobs?" That stopped Superman cold. He hooked one saddle-shoed foot behind his other ankle and put a hand to his throat. "You aren't really going to buy the Planet?" "I will, and I will fire them all." "I don't like being threatened." Luthor came around from behind his desk all the way this time, tears in his eyes, "Superman, I need you!" "Don't come any closer!" Luthor fell to his knees. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I don't want to fire anyone. But I am asking you for one thing. Just one thing." The sight of his greatest enemy on his knees, practically crying melted Superman's heart. That poor dear, he found himself thinking, he really is in love with me. How sad... He fought the urge to give Luthor a hug, remembering that this was the man threatening to hurt Lois and so many others. "What is it?" What do you want?" Superman's tone had softened, the outrage replaced by feminine empathy. "One date." "A date? You want me to go out with you on a date?" "One date. One night out, and you save the Daily Planet." "That's all?" "That's all." Clark tugged on one of his earrings, bit his lower lip... "It'll all be out in public. You'll be perfectly safe." Clark made up his mind. If that was all it would take, he had to do it. "'Kay. But just one." "Good. Good." "When?" "Friday night?" Luthor's face was alive with relief, his voice tremulous with joy. I have a dress I want you to wear. I'll make all the reservations." "Fine," Superman said, starting to leave. "Wait. I need to contact you again before our... big night out..." "Send messages through Lois." He launched himself out the window and shot toward home, the sound of Luthor shouting "I love you" clearly audible behind him. 'Good God,' Superman thought. 'Luthor has a crush on me. Of all the problems I have right now, I just can't deal with that.' Lois was in the living room running on the treadmill when he flew back into their apartment window. "Clark!" She jumped off the treadmill. "What did Luthor want?" Superman walked over and gave her a quick hug and sisterly peck on the cheek. "You will not believe me when I tell you." Lois hugged him back awkwardly. "What did he say?" Superman sat down, crossing his tan, slender legs at the knees and twisting a lock of his long golden hair in his fingers. "Oh, he told me that he was going to give up crime." "Give up crime." "Yeah." "He called you to a special meeting to tell you that? What did you say?" "I told him that I was very proud of him." "Very funny. What did you really say?" "I asked him why." "And?" Lois was smiling. She knew that Clark had a bomb to drop, what with the way he was dragging the whole thing out. "Luthor told me, and I am not making this up, that he was in love with me and was giving up crime for me." "Get out of here." "I kid you not." Lois laughed, looking at the pretty young woman her husband had become. God, he was pretty, but Luthor? "You must be joking." "No. Now, it's all my fault, I guess, that Luthor will continue on his life of crime." "That poor guy. He must be totally confused. I can't believe he told you." "I have to say, and I never thought I would ever say this, that Luthor was very sweet. We made a deal, and I hope you won't be mad. I agreed to go out on one single date with him if he would agree to leave The Planet alone." "A date?" "It was his idea. Are you okay with it?" "With my husband going out on a date with Lex Luthor? Sure. What woman wouldn't be?" "But it'll save the paper." Lois thought about it. Couldn't come up with a better answer. "Well, since I've accepted you risking your life for the sake of others, I guess I have to accept you risking being bored to death on a date with Luthor. Are you sure he won't try anything?" "If he tries to kiss me or anything, I'll be ready." "No, I was thinking something more diabolical than a goodnight kiss, like capturing you or committing some crime while you're busy eating snails." "Oh! I didn't even think about that. But, you know what? I doubt it. You should have seen him, Lois! He was on his knees, in tears, begging me to go out with him! It was almost... cute." "That's even worse, Supes." "Why?" "Well, one thing you are going to learn as a girl is that men can be driven to their most savage by desire for a beautiful young female." "But he knows that I'm Superman inside." "And that's what is driving him crazy, lover. The idea that Superman could be a girl? His girl? His mate? Luthor has issues, and you better be a careful, young lady, when you are around him." "Lois, you're worrying to much. I can take care of myself. I have been for years." Superman turned and walked from the room, his high-rounded behind twitching prettily in his pleated skirt. "You never had an ass like that before, Clark." Lois sat down on the couch and crossed her arms. This was all too much. She'd been enjoying playing dress up with Clark, picking out outfits and helping him with his make- up, but now he was flirting with Superboy and dating Luthor? And what about her? She wanted a man in her bed; she wanted Superman. Grabbing her purse, she peaked into the bedroom. Clark was sitting at the dressing table, brushing his hair. "I'm going in to work. I have things to do." Clark turned. "I thought we were going to buy some more outfits for Superman?" "Later." Lois started to turn, stopped. "Clark, don't you think it's a little strange that you are so interested in fashion all of a sudden? Isn't it odd for a man to be acting the way you are?" Clark gathered his hair up and pinned it back with a turtle clip. "I can't help it," he said with a little smile. "It's the spell, and, anyway, what else do you expect?" "That makes no sense. You even talk like a blonde airhead now." The word airhead, the harsh tone, stung. "Lois..." "Maybe we should double date sometime, Barbie. It would be nice for me to spend some time in the arms of a man." "That's not fair," Clark said, getting to his feet, but Lois had turned and marched out the door. Clark started to follow, stopped, sat back down and looked down as his saddle shoes, one atop the other. 'What if Lois does go and look for another man?' He thought. 'What if I'm stuck like this?' It was too much to think about. He tossed himself onto their bed and rolled himself up in the covers. He tried to think of a way to hold onto Lois, to get her to keep loving him, but she was a woman, and if he stayed female... It seemed like there was no way out. Find Circe. That was the answer. He had to get focused, go after Circe and get himself back in his own body. Clark got up, threw his little leather backpack over his shoulders and took off out the window and into the air above Metropolis. Circe had to be watching all this develop, he reasoned, so maybe if he just called her? He flew out over the ocean, far away from any people, and shouted, "Circe! Show yourself! I wanna know why you've done this to me." Nothing. The water just continued to roll beneath him. "Circe!" "What in the world are you doing?" A male voice called from behind him. Superman spun around to face Superboy. "Superboy! What are you doing out here?" "I heard you calling for Circe with my super-hearing and decided to come and see what was happening." Despite himself, Superboy let his eyes drift down to the swelling of Superman's breasts. When he quickly looked back up, Superman had a tiny smile on his full, pink lips. "What is happening?" "Circe is the one who changed me like this," Superman said, suddenly wondering if his hair looked right. He'd planned on wearing his hair in a ponytail and a scrunchie with this outfit, but had forgotten to take the turtle clip out when he'd gone off looking for Circe. "But I can't get her to show herself." "Why did she do it?" "Like I know?" Superman asked. "It must totally suck to wake up female, a hot chick like you are now." Superman smiled at the compliment, hooking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "It doesn't-really-suck that bad. It's kinda fun to be a girl, to be honest. I'm enjoying it, though that could be part of the spell? But, well, I'm married and my wife... well, you know." Superboy blushed. He'd forgotten that Superman was married. It made the feelings he was having for the slender young female all the more bizarre, all the more ridiculous. A feeling of revulsion rose in his stomach and a thought lodged itself in his brain: I am not gay. But he glanced down at Superman's firm belly, wide hips and rounded, tan legs and felt a lump in his throat that was all too familiar. "Is there anything I can do to help, Superman?" Superman felt a surge of warmth for Superboy. "Oh, that's so sweet. And you know what? There is something you can do for me, but I'm not sure you'll want to. It's kinda, oh, silly." "What?" "Listen to me? I could really use someone to talk to right now." They flew off to an isolated park in the mountains of Peru. Superman and Superboy lay on the ground under a tree overlooking a lush green tropical jungle and a 100 foot tall waterfall that sent a silvery stream crashing into a small pond. At first, Superman talked about the change and how it had felt. Then, he talked about his fears of losing Lois. Superboy nodded and asked questions, sometimes looking Clark right in the eyes and other times staring off at the waterfall, his eyes dreamy and romantic. Superman was impressed with what a good listener Superboy turned out to be, and after talking about his life he probed, getting to know Superboy better, finding out about his dreams and fears. Superman just wanted to share, to get to know Superboy better. He was so fascinating. Soon, somehow, Superman found himself in Superboy's arms. They kissed passionately, but Superman fought for some control, pushing Superboy's hand down lower on her thigh when it slipped past the hem of her skirt, and pushing them down completely when they came up and squeeze her breasts. It was heavy petting with lots of sighs and caresses. Finally, they sat holding hands, their knees touching, staring into each other's eyes and basking in the warmth and admiration. "I don't know if this is right," Superboy said, "you being married and all." "If it feels this good," Barbie answered. "It has to be right. We're just two people who needed to be held, who needed some love. That's all. We didn't-do-anything." "I guess it depends on how you define 'is'." Superman let his mouth fall open in mock disgust. "Don't even!" Superboy pulled her head to his shoulder and gave her one last big hug. "I'm not in the mood to argue." Superman found his backpack, pulled out his make-up and started working on his face. "I better pretty myself up and head back to Metropolis. Lois will be wondering, and I'm no closer to finding Circe." She noticed that Superboy was staring at her as she painted her lips with a tube of pink lipstick. "What?" "Isn't it weird being all girly? Putting on make-up? Wearing skirts? All that junk?" Superman smiled and held his compact toward Superboy. "Maybe you should try it? It's fun." "No way!" "Well, you know, at first I did feel embarrassed, but now it's just the way I am." He touched up his blush and put on some fresh mascara. "I'm a girl, Superboy. Why shouldn't I act like one?" Metropolis Lois, for her part, was still at the Daily Planet working on a story she'd been doing on corruption in the city's bidding process. It alleged that a scheme of kickbacks and bribes was used by an affiliate of LexCorps to get bids at high rates, costing the city taxpayers millions. Of course, if Lex bought the paper the story would never run in the Planet. She'd have to try and sell it somewhere else. Meanwhile, her day was constantly interrupted with calls, emails and faxes related to Superman. Everyone wanted to profile her now. There were even offers for shoots: Young Miss wanted to put her on the cover as did Rolling Stone. MTV wanted an interview, 20/20. It made Lois both proud and jealous of her perky little blonde husband. It would be kind of cute to see him on the cover of Young Miss, or to see her speak about her experiences to college girls at an upcoming symposium on women's rights. But it just wasn't fair that she was getting all this attention for being, what, a girl? The papers and news channels had all carried the story, and there'd even been talk shows about it, asking what it meant for American masculinity that the ultimate alpha-male was now one of the hotties. And it had only been a day or two. How much more insane would this get? Also, several small packages had come from Luthor. The date with Luthor struck Lois as an increasingly bad idea, but she took the items from Luthor as well as all the correspondence and threw it in her bag. Time to get home. Maybe, she thought, Clark will have found Circe and been changed back to normal by now. Maybe things would get back to normal. Instead, she found Clark wearing a Tommy Girl T-shirt and a pair of fashionably ripped jean shorts with a hot pink belt and a pair of fluffy pink slippers. He was on the couch, knees together, half watching a movie on Lifetime while filing his nails. He'd tied a pink kerchief into his hair. "Hey Lois," he said. "I hope you aren't still mad at me." "Hey, yourself, cutie. And I'm not mad." Lois dropped her bag and sat down next to Clark on the couch. "I love you Clark. I still love you, and I always will. I just, I'd like you back to being the man I married. That's all." "Oh, I love you, too." Clark gave Lois a big, sisterly hug and a tender kiss on the cheek. "It's so great having you here for me, and I hope that until this gets fixed I can still be there for you, if not as a man than at least as a friend." Lois forced a smile. "I know. I know." "So how was your day?" Clark asked prettily. "Tell me all about it." "Long," Lois said, "but I almost got the story on the kickbacks done." "Wow. You are such the great writer." "Maybe, but my feet are killing me." "Well, now here's something I can help you with. Put those tootsies up here and let me get to work." Lois grinned, kicked off her shoes, and put them in Clark's lap. "What the world doesn't know is that the foot massage is actually your greatest superpower." Clark pretended to crack his knuckles like a card shark getting ready to deal. "You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetheart." As Clark messaged, Lois talked about her day: the leads she'd tracked down, a conversation with Jimmy, a couple tips she'd received and a funny story about a couple guys and an accident down in the printing room that had involved a whole lot of ink and a raincoat. Superman nodded and smiled, cooing with sympathy where appropriate, and offering girlish congratulations whenever Lois shared a minor triumph. He loved talking, listening to Lois' stories. It was really great that they were able to share so much now. When the massage was over, Lois sighed with relief. "You may be needing some of those new outfits you wanted, and soon." "What do you mean?" "Take a look at these offers." Superman spent the next half an hour squealing excitedly with each new offer he opened, chattering with Lois and wondering what might come of it all. Lois just smiled and let Clark enjoy the moment, her one effort to dissuade him brushed aside in a tide of girlish enthusiasm. "I have to take them all," Clark said, "I mean, it would be rude to do one and not the other. The speech at the feminism conference -dull, right? -but I think it could be a good chance for me to show people that just because I'm a blonde that doesn't make me an airhead-which is what a lot of people think about young blonde girls even though it isn't true." Lois agreed to make some calls and set up interviews for Superman, who insisted he didn't know what to say or do. "It's a little intimidating. I mean, MTV? MTV?!?" The packages from Luthor contained an expensive perfume that sold for 5000 an ounce, a diamond bracelet, a diamond necklace and earrings that together must have cost 30000, and two appointment cards: one to be fitted for a custom dress at Metropolis' most elite dress shop, and the other for a make-over on the day of the date. Again, the appointment was for Metropolis elite salons. Luthor had placed receipts with each item; he wanted his impressionable little filly to know how much he spent on her. "I'm jealous," Lois said, trying on the diamond bracelet. Barbie didn't know what to say. She was excited about the make-over and the dress, but the jewelry seemed, "a bit much?" "I think you should call this off, Clark. Look at these diamonds. This is like some kind of obsession. It's weird and kinky." "I have to save the Planet," Superman said softly, slipping the diamond necklace under his hair and around his neck. Lois helped him fix the clasp and they both went into the bedroom to admire the sparkling crystals in the mirror. "Wow." The necklace fell right down into the heart of his cleavage and would draw the eyes of every man-and woman-down there the night of the date. "If that means-this-that's what I have to do." "Let me try," Lois said, trading the bracelet for the necklace, then admiring herself in the mirror. "This is unreal." Clark was turning the bracelet in the light, letting it set the diamonds on fire. "Oh, the earrings are for pierced ears." He pouted, holding them next to his face. "And they're so pretty." "Clark, you really need to be careful on this date. Luthor is doing everything he can to control you. He picked out your clothes and your jewelry; he's having your make-up done. He wants you, Clark. Badly. I think it's sexual." Clark scrunched his nose at the last comment. "Gross." "You told me he was in tears." Clark put a hand on his hip. "He's freaked. That much is true. And this jewelry? The perfume? I mean, I can see he's gone like psycho-stalker for me. It's... yuck, but I'm Superman. I can handle it. And I will." Lois looked at the slender young woman before her, at the high, firm breasts, thick golden hair tied up in a pink handkerchief, and long, tan legs, and wondered. Superman was strong enough, no doubt, to take care of herself. But she'd never dealt with a man like Luthor before-not as a female-and Lois really wondered how the spell was affecting her and what it might do to her after an evening with Luthor. She looked at his wide, innocent, trusting eyes and soft, hairless cheek, and for the first time wondered if Superman was mentally tough enough to face Luthor-or even the Powderpuff girls. But she kept her worried to herself. "Want to go buy some outfits?" "Awesome," Superman said. "But let me change first." By the time they finished shopping and caught a light dinner at the Bistro around the block from their apartment, Clark and Lois were both exhausted. Lois let Clark have the bathroom first, and he had soon scrubbed the make-up from his face up slipped into his nightie. Lois followed, climbing into bed next to Clark a little later as Clark sat up, eagerly reading an article in Glamour. Lois just rolled her eyes, both amused and befuddled and, again, missing the rock hard mass of muscle that she'd married. "Good article?" "Yeah. It says that tweed may come in for spring." "Tweed?" "I think it looks kinda cute." Clark held the magazine out for Lois to see. The spring coats were, indeed, cute, and she told Clark so. He smiled, happy to have Lois confirm his taste in fashion. "You better get to sleep, honey," Lois finally said. "You have a big day tomorrow with the fitting and all." "'kay." Clark dreamt of his past adventures, the battles with Brianiac and Luthor, the showdowns with Darkseid. But the dreams were strangely different. In each one instead of defeating his enemies, he found himself menaced, weakened and defeated, only to be swept up into the powerful and protective arms of Superboy. Sometimes, yes, it was Batman, Green Lantern, Nightwing or Changeling, but usually Superboy, Superboy with his dark hair and those powerful shoulders, but sad eyes and... ...weakened by kryptonite, powerless, trembling in Superboy's arms... terrified, flying as fast as she could, pursued by some terrible, faceless enemy, tears running down her cheeks as the creature got closer and closer... when suddenly Superboy arrived and saved her... Alone, in her dreams, he was frightened and scared, unable to defend himself. But, with a man at her side she felt strong, secure, brave and ready to face the world. Somewhere else, Superboy couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the girl he'd been kissing that afternoon, the stiff feel of her cup over the soft swelling of her breast right before she'd pushed his hand away, the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, the full lips and-wow-did she ever know how to kiss. He longed to throw his arms around her waist once again, then bury his head in her thick golden locks. But he knew that she was-had been-a man. Stop thinking about her, he said to himself, get her out of your mind. But when he closed his eyes all he could see was that bright, brilliant, dimpled smile, the wide, sparkling eyes, and the tight sweater he so badly wanted to get her out of. Lois was up and out early the next morning. Superman struggled out of bed and cooked breakfast for them both, but didn't bathe until after Lois had left. Though he didn't really remember his evening, his head was fuzzy from the restless, dream-filled night. He was determined, though, to make some serious efforts to find Circe and get some answers. He slipped into one of his new Superman outfits: a white leotard with the Superman logo right at the center of the collar, which plunged low enough to show a little cleavage. Around his waist he wore a pale red leather belt that hung loose across his hips like a bandolier, and on his feet he wore matching red platform boots. They'd found a cute little red backpack for him to sling over his shoulders, and he tied his hair into long ponytails Valkyrie style. Just as he was dusting his face with a soft, camelhair brush, the phone rang and he answered. "How about tonight?" Lois said excitedly. "What?" "MTV wants to do an interview with you tonight. It would be live at their Manhattan studio, and you'll never guess who else will be there." Barbie felt her heart flutter. MTV! "Who?" "Jessica Simpson and Brittany Spears." "I get to meet them?" "Of course." Clark shouted with joy, bouncing in his boots excitedly. "What about Carson Daley?" "Clark!" He put a nail to his lips. "I just wondered!" "I don't know if he'll be there. Gosh, you are such a silly." "Gosh, I can't believe I get to be on MTV with those pretty girls. How cool is that?" "Super-cool, sweetie. Okay, I have to go. If we don't talk, be there at seven! I'll be watching." "'Kay. Thanks." Clark hung up the phone, giddy with excitement. MTV? Meet Jessica and Brittany? Wow. He felt like he was going to just-bubble out of himself? It was too much. Too much. But, he had to focus. That was hours away. In the meantime, he knew he had to do something about Circe. He had to... "What should I wear on MTC?" He wondered out loud, going into the bedroom and looking at his new outfits. "Which one says, feminine but strong? Young and sexy but smart and sophisticated? Which one is cool?" A noise registered in his super hearing. A woman crying, pleading. A man yelling. Crashing. In a flash he was there at a building half a block away, using his x-ray vision to spot the trouble: a middle-aged woman was in a corner, screaming in terror. Her husband was coming after her with a belt. Her two children had been locked in a bedroom where they were screaming. Superman felt her blood boil. In a flash, she'd kicked in the door and planted herself between the man and his terrified wife. He stood, hands on hips, chest out, looking up at the man. "Leave her alone." The man, his eyes glassy from drugs or drink, looked surprised, recovered. "You want some too, bitch?" He swung the belt at Superman. Superman blocked the man's arm and gently planted a boot in his chest, sending him crashing against the far wall. "Think you're real tough picking on women?" The man shook his head, staring blurrily at the slender girl who'd just-what the hell had happened? "Girly, you gonna get the nipple twistin' of your damn life." Superman walked over to the man, who was struggling to get to his feet, and tapped him crisply on the crown of the head with a single finger. The man collapsed in a heap. With a smile, he turned to the wife, expecting her to be smiling, happy, grateful. Instead, the poor woman stared at him from under a tangled mass of split ends and frizz, her eyes those of a terrified animal. "Oh God, I hope you didn't hurt him. He gonna wup me even worse the next time." Superman, stunned, felt his anger growing. "There won't be a next time. I'll make sure of that." "There's always a next time," the woman murmured. "Please leave. Just leave before you make it any worse." God, Superman thought to herself, what can I do to make her see? To make her feel safe. For the first time in his young female life, the word came to him like a curse: men! Look what they do to us. How small they make us feel. It has to stop. "Let's talk," he said, leaning down and taking the woman by the arm. "Let me tell you what I'm going to do, and what you are going to do." Moments later, the Metropolis Police were stunned when a slender young blonde in a white leotard flew into the office. She was carrying a fat, balding middle-aged man who was notable only in that he was unconscious and dressed like a hooker in a bright red mini-dress, big loop earrings and heels, his bra stuffed full of something lump and his face made up like a -well, a ten dollar hooker. They'd heard the news, but could still barely believe their eyes. "Super... man?" "Domestic violence. Book him. An officer is on the way to take his wife's statement. I'm a witness." "You want us to put him in the holding cell..." "Like that. Exactly. Also, the media will be down here to interview me and a couple of you boys in blue in about an hour. I'm declaring war on domestic violence." Clark was astounded and also ashamed to realize how much domestic violence went on in the city. Why hadn't she ever done anything about it before? In the hour between the time she caught the first perp and the time for the show, she caught five more men in the act of beating their wives. Two ended up at the same precinct as the first, but she was glad the others were in different areas. She wanted them to feel as vulnerable and alone as females when they woke up in their mini-dressed and heels surrounded by rough men with--- poor manners. It was a quick interview at the main precinct. The cameras got pictures of the three arrests Superman had made. They were huddling together in the corner of the cell, practically clinging to each other, their knees together and eyes downcast in shame. Superman appeared for less than a minute, explaining that domestic violence was a huge problem and that she'd made it her business to take the men who abused their wives and girlfriends "as serious as an alien invasion." "Are you moving in this direction because you are a woman now?" The anchor asked. "Yes," Superman answered without hesitation. "I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I didn't recognize the problem when I was a man. However, and this is for all you guys out there, you better watch out now. Because I am one tough girl and if I catch you, you'll end up just like those little darlings behind me." Off camera, the producer, an athletic looking woman in a power suit, grabbed Superman's arm before he could get out of the crowd. "How about an interview with Kathy Kyle on the morning show?" "Sure. Call Lois Lane. She's handling all my appearances." "Great. You're beautiful!" "Thanks." Superman bolted to the Fortress of Solitude. Circe... he had to concentrate on Circe... He spent all morning working with mechanical hands, building a device inside a think, lead-shielded device. Eventually, he'd built what looked like a gun with a sharp needle at the end. Carefully, he coated the needle in kryptonite and arranged the gun next to a tiny hole at the wall of the machine. Moments later, woozy from even the brief exposure to kryptonite, Superman smiled proudly as he slipped the studs into his ears. "I'm wearing those diamond earrings on my date," he thought with a smile. "You're not gonna stop this girl." More than just the earrings from Luthor, though, piercing his ears gave Clark a strong sense of completion, of being a real and normal girl. He admired the studs and smiled. Clip on were so childish and, anyway, they might fall off during a flight. He put his hands in her hair and lifted it back to admire his little ears and the glittering studs. Perfect. Perfect. Wait until Lois sees. Okay. No time for Circe. He had to get to his fitting. In a flash Superman burst home-stopping to dust off another abusive boyfriend on the way-switched into a formal outfit with a long, gray woolen skirt, a white, Peter pan collar blouse and a jacket that matched his skirt, fixed his face and caught a cab to Lady Lancelot's Dress Shop. Much to his delight, walking into the elegant dress shop with his soft lighting, calm, classical music and smiling, female faces, was a totally relaxing experience. "May I help you?" A stunningly fine-skinned woman in her mid-forties asked. "Yes, um, here..." He handed the card Luthor had sent to the woman. "Miss Superman! We've been expecting you. Please come in." Before the fitting, the girls offered him tea and finger food. Sinking into a big, cushy chair, he gladly accepted. The other fitters came by as they had time, excited to see their latest celebrity client, and curious about the man of steel who'd become the girl of Camille. There were compliments on his clothes and how pretty he was, questions about how he knew Luthor... just the usual fun chitchat. Also there for fittings and eager to meet one of the rising stars in Metropolis circle of women were the mayor's wife, the daughter of the senior partner in Metropolis' top law- firm and-most impressive-Marsha Mannelli, who'd started her own software business and built it into a Fortune 1000 company. By the time he'd spent a few moments talking to them he promised lunch dates, shopping trips and museum tours with all of them. Barbie felt her whole body tingling with pleasure; she was meeting high-society and being invited into their midst. It was almost too much. Finally, the woman who originally greeted him-who he found out was the owner of the shop and one of THE women who ran the social circles in Metropolis, accompanied him into a fitting room where she helped him out of his clothes. "Goodness, no." She said when Superman had stripped down to just he bra and panties. "Excuse me?" Superman asked, goosebumps on his skin as the cool air poured over him. "We have to get you some more appropriate ladies' things. What's under the dress is as important as the dress." She brushed aside Superman's objections and returned with a lacy black, strapless bra and a girdle. "I don't think I need a girdle," Superman said, sucking in his tight belly. "And also, well, I like..." "The push up bra is fine, honey, to give you an extra bust line. I know what it's like for a girl to be a little small up top. But, Miss Superman, trust me. Wait until you see the gown with these ladies' things. Then tell me what you think." "'Kay." Superman put on the garments the woman had brought him, then slipped into the black dress. It was sleeveless, but had a loose neckline that hung open and dangerously low. With his breasts separated instead of pushed together, the soft crescents could be seen peeking seductively out from the loose fabric. Barbie admired the look; it seemed so sophisticated, so grown-up. The skirt was made from glossy silk that hugged his hips and ended around mid thigh. The hem was decorated with black silk roses Again, it struck him as a woman's dress, something more sophisticated than he was used to. He slipped into his heels and examined himself in the mirror. "Even as slender as you are, the girdle further enhances your waist and hips and, especially, your buttocks." Barbie turned her hear and examined her backside; it was true. They seemed fuller and higher than even usual. On impulse, he gave Lanelle Lancelot a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "You are so wonderful." Lancelot smiled at the young girl, seeing herself for the first time as a sophisticated woman. Could this really have been a man? It didn't seem possible. But, Lancelot liked her and so, after making sure all the pins were in place and the dress ready for final tailoring so it would perfectly fit Superman's body, she smiled at her and took her hand. "You simply must come to my garden party next weekend, dear. I must have a chance to look at you some more." "Of course," Barbie said, trying to contain her excitement. "I wouldn't miss it." "Okay. Get out of that dress now. We're rushing to get it ready for your big date tomorrow." Barbie almost answered with her usual "'Kay", but decided to go with something more sophisticated. "Of course." When Miss Superman left, the woman all watched her go. "She seems like such a girl. I can't believe that used to be Superman." "I thought the same thing. And you know what else?" "Lex Luthor is going to own her by the end of the evening?" The women all nodded. "She's in way over her head. I'd love to hear stories, but Lex never talks." "He doesn't," Lancelot said with a wicked smile. "But I invited Miss Superman to my party next week. I can't wait to have a little chat with her." "You are so bad." "Goodness, she'll be dying to spill the beans. So what if I gratify my own little voyeuristic desires at the same time?" "Oh, we don't care as long as you share." "Of course. What fun would there be in keeping it to myself?"