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THE SECRET OF PINK KRYPTONITE Pink Kryptonite has appeared exactly once to my knowledge--in a cartoon short of Justice League Action. Metallo had incapacitated Superman, so Firestorm attempted to transmute his Green Kryptonite power source to lead, with little success at first. He actually changed it to various forms of Kryptonite of different colors, with various effects, one of which was Pink. There is also a rumor that Superman was exposed to a chunk of Red Kryptonite that changed his gender back in the Silver Age, but no one seems to be able to find such a story, the rumor may be based on the Claire Kent story back in Superboy 43. Kyla Vor-Kar is a character of mine that I wrote for a story entitled 'Wild Child from Krypton', wherein the cousins meet a teenaged minor Kryptonian criminal who escapes from the Phantom Zone long after her sentence should have been completed, the planet's destruction prevented that. If there's any interest, I'll post it in the non- transgender story section. Kal-El, aka Superman was returning from a trip into near space, as he had discovered a meteor shower heading towards the Earth. While meteors hit the planet every day, one of these was rather large, and probably wouldn't burn up in the atmosphere, probably causing severe damage and possibly some deaths. Stopping it was simplicity itself, as it seemed to be made of nickel-iron as most from the asteroid belt seemed to be. After he smashed it to small pieces, he looked around through the swarm for anything interesting. He did see one rather small one, glowing in a strange pinkish shade. He went in for a closer look, as it wasn't green, red or gold, forms of Kryptonite that could have devasting effects on his alien biochemistry. Not being able to accurately determine its composition for some reason, he decided to simply divert it away from Earth, since it could be dangerous to humans. Returning home to his human job and his girlfriend Lois was next on his agenda. He had just entered Earth's atmosphere when he felt a strange cramping all through his body, and a violent spasm of pain. When it ended, he noticed his arms and hands seemed to have shrunk, and for some reason, when he turned his head, a lock of long dark hair whipped in front of his face. Taking a fast scan of the rest of his form, he noticed two rather large bumps on his chest, and a quick grab to his crotch informed him that a very important part of his body was missing. Using his x-ray and microscopic visions in tandem, he discovered that his genetic signature had changed from the Kryptonian version of XY to XX. Thus, Kal-El discovered, he was now female. "Please let this be a dream, just like that time I rescued Shar-La back when I was Superboy," he thought to himself. "I really don't want to deal with this. Hmm, I definitely need to talk to Kara about this. She'll crack up, and crap-Kyla will think it's hilarious too." The first place he went to was his fortress in the arctic-at least he (she?) was still strong enough to lift the key, though that shouldn't have been a surprise-Kara could do it easily, and actually Kyla had once too, and they were both women. He should be able to do it also. "Some consolation." He sent a super-ventriliquistic signal to his cousin Kara asking her to come to the fortress to meet him, though he didn't say what about. Unfortunately, he knew that Kyla, their Phantom Zone parolee (sort of, she was actually now a friend) would hear his signal and probably respond also. He realized that exposing himself to both Kryptonian women would be embarrassing, but not as much as confronting Lois. He heard the two whooshing sounds coming from slightly different directions, and steeled himself for the exposing. That it would be totally humiliating was an understatement. Kara (Supergirl) was the first to speak. "Ok girlie, just who are you and just why are you wearing that symbol on your chest? Unless you're of the House of El, you have NO right to it, let alone that version of my cousin's uniform. Obviously, you're Kryptonian or at least a Daxamite, or you wouldn't have been able to get in here, but I want answers now. And if you're looking for a fight, you better realize that there are two of us, both Kryptonian, so you're outnumbered. Start talking!" "Hold on, Kara, it's me, Kal-El. I had an encounter with a strange glowing rock in space, probably some sort of Kryptonite, and it did THIS" (Kal passed his arm over his body). "You better be able to prove that, intruder, got any ideas?" Kyla spoke up for the first time "Kara, don't jump to conclusions like you did with me. You were ready to punch me out at first sight, remember?" "I know Kyla, but you were an obvious Kryptonian with no emblem. We don't know what we're dealing with here." "Kara--scan my DNA. I think you'll find it's identical to Kal-El's except for my Y Chromosome has been changed to an X. Which I'm not real happy about, you know?" Kara and Kyla both used the same combination of vision powers on the stranger as Kal-El had before, with the same result. "Great Rao, Kal- you're a woman! Um-do you know if this is temporary, long-term, or even permanent?" "Kara, I don't know. First time I've seen such a rock, and didn't bring it back to analyze it. And knock it off, Kyla," he said in a slightly frustrated tone, since the (apparently) younger girl had started to giggle." "Sorry Kal-err, Kala? It's just that you've always been such a macho alpha male, now you get to experience this side of life, at least for a little while." At this comment, Kara began to snicker a little also. "Don't worry, cousin, we'll analyze the radiation and check the rate of decay, till it leaves your body. Hopefully it won't take too long. Whether it does or not, either way Kyla and I are here for you. We'll get you through this." Kal-El had long ago perfected a machine to measure the amount of Kryptonite (or other radiation) amounts remaining in a person's body. Kara hooked him (Kal was still going by that pronoun) up to the machine and measured 978 KRUs (Kryptonite Radiation Units) remaining. "In a week we'll try again and attempt to calculate the decay rate," Kara said. "A week!" Kal exploded. "I have to stay like this for a week before we can even try to do anything?" "Kal, what can we do? We need Information, and what's the matter with being female? Kyla and I seem to do all right with it. Why don't you call the 'Planet' and put in for some vacation time? I promise we won't play 'dress-up' with you, but you can't stay here for however long it takes you to change back. Jeans and a tee-shirt should be okay, right?" To say that Kal-El was not happy was another understatement. The three of them flew invisibly to Kara's apartment, where she kept her Kira Danvers clothing and lived her human life. "Here cousin, unopened packages of lingerie, which you're going to need." By this time, Kyla couldn't control herself with laughter. "I asked you to knock it off Kyla, but I guess it is kind of funny at that. I just can't wait to get back to being me again." Kara took out several pairs of jeans and a pair of sneakers. "That drawer has lots of tee shirts, Kal. Go pick a few out to get through the week at least. If it takes longer, we'll see about getting you some other things." "Uh Kara? Just what do you mean by 'other things'?" Kal asked. Kyla of course snickered again. "Kal, no girl can get away with wearing jeans and tees all the time. Even for casual, you'll need some different tops and pants, even a skirt or two once in a while, especially if this lasts for any length of time." Kyla chimed in, "And don't forget makeup. Of course, you know I work as an assistant department manager over at Ulta, and I'll bring you down to the shop and do a quick makeover for you, ok?" "Ladies, you have to be kidding. No matter what I look like, or what body I'm trapped in, I still have a male mind. There's no way I can strut around in a skirt and heels. And-Great Rao, just think of what Batman or some of the others will think about this. I'll never hear the end of it-or be able to live it down!" Kal-el still wasn't very happy, nor was he at all acclimated to his new status. Kal spent the week in jeans, rarely venturing out of Kara's apartment, and even then only performing super feats when he could remain hidden. Finally, the week was over and the cousins flew to the fortress to measure the deterioration of the Kryptonite Radiation Level in Kal's cells. It turned out that he now measured 946, showing a loss of 32 units the first week. That meant Kal-el would be stuck for over seven months before he could regain his true form. Assuming that the decomposition rate remained constant and didn't slow down or vary. He also didn't know if, as time went on, he'd demonstrate intermediate stages of transition, which would add a whole other level of complexity to his problem. "7 months, huh Kal? Guess we really do need to go shopping for a few things." "Uh-Kara? I repeat, just what do you mean by a few things? I really don't want to be a Barbie Doll for you and Kyla to play with, since you seem to have the upper hand in all of this. I'm still me, and plan on remaining me mentally as much as possible." "Kal, we'll get you some conservative things, but you do need varied outfits, like every woman does. And yes, for now, you need to consider yourself as a woman. Kyla and I will help of course, and while it's kind of funny, we know how hard it must be for you to deal with this. Speaking of dealing with things, one thing you have absolutely NO idea about how to deal with, but you'll find out. As a female, guess what's going to come visiting every so often?" "Kara, you mean I'm going to have... Oh Rao, I can't even think it, let alone say it. I'm going to throw up!" "Not yet cousin, but wait a week or so, and you probably will. Human, Daxamite, Kryptonian, any type of humanoid female gets to experience that little gift at puberty. You too, for a while." Kal-el came out with one of his very rare swear words at that thought. "Aw come on, Kal-El. It's not that bad-not just that but the whole being a female thing. Kara and I are women, and at least on this world and in this country, we're not held back from anything. Of course, there's a lot of social things you have to learn to get through the next few months, and equally of course biology is going to come calling, as Kara said. But half the population of the universe manages to deal with it, and to be honest, most of us like that a lot. I don't know any of my friends that would volunteer to become males, and I'll bet Kara doesn't either. Right, Supergirl?" Kyla interjected at this point. "Nope-I like being a girl, Kyla. And just think Kal, it's only temporary, but it will give you a chance to experience how the other half lives. Can't wait till the first time you get ogled by some construction workers. And naturally because you're a Kryptonian, you can't haul off and punch them into next week. Just gotta grin and take it, like we all do." Kyla giggled again at that last comment from Kara. "Oh, come on, you two. I can't go out in public looking like this, I feel ridiculous." Kal-El referred to the fact that he was wearing a full set of feminine lingerie, plus a knee-length pleated black skirt and a lime green short sleeved top. While Kara of course had known how to do her own beauty routine since middle school (and quite well, too), Kyla was an Ulta professional and took charge of getting Kal ready. When she was done, Kal-or Kala as SHE was temporarily known, had a full face of makeup plus glossy red nails that matched Kyla's own, as that was her preferred nail polish shade. Kala's lips matched her nails, and she was wearing shoes with a four inch heel. In short, Kala Jor-El (as her Kryptonian name would be had she been born female) was ready to go out. Which was what her cousin and friend had planned for her. "Cousin, I know a bar in National City where we'll all feel right at home-almost all aliens. Kyla and I usually wear Kryptonian styled clothing when we go there, but a lot of the crowd wears earth style attire also. You'll fit right in-probably get hit on, too. Some of them will be able to detect you're Kryptonian, also." "Oh joy-going bar-hopping and dealing with pick-up lines. I can't wait for the radiation to wear off, I really don't want to dress like this every day." "Don't worry Kala, you can wear slacks most of the time, tonight is just to get you out of your comfort zone and acclimated to the life you're going to live for the next seven months or so." After flying to National City at a speed calculated to make them invisible, the three Kryptonian girls walked to a nondescript door in an alley and Kara gave a knock. A window opened and a face appeared- and just as quickly opened the door to let them in. Kyla and Kara were known quantities, and no one wanted to tangle with two Kryptonians, and it was obvious that their companion was probably from the same planet, though no one knew how since Krypton had exploded almost 30 years previously. The three entered and took a suddenly vacated table. "Kara, why is everyone so afraid of us? You don't do anything to make them that way, do you?" Kyla spoke up. "Two reasons. One, some of the patrons are wanted on either their home worlds or some other. They know Kara would arrest them in a second given cause. But Earth has no extradition treaty with any other world, though any Green Lantern would have jurisdiction if he came in here. On orders from the Guardians, anyway. The other is me. NO ONE wants to tangle with a Phantom Zone prisoner. They don't know why I was there, and I sure don't talk about it to anyone. Only you two." "This place reminds me of the Mos Eisley Cantina from Star Wars, you know?" "Yeah, it does, doesn't it-even to the Wookie." Kara nodded to a large furry alien in the corner drinking what looked like Arcturian Ale. The girls ordered the same, since it had no effect on their Kryptonian physiologies. Many Earth drinks were also available, had they preferred them. The evening went somewhat normally, as it usually does for three girls out at a club together. The music was good (alien in nature from several worlds) and so was the ale. The girls got up to dance, either with each other or with other patrons who asked them. Everyone was polite, and no fights were occurring that evening, even between hostile species. Again, no one wanted to annoy a Kryptonian, no matter how nice she was. But through it all, Kal (Kala?) was uncomfortable, 'she' still had his male mind, and being in public in a skirt, heels and makeup was still very unnerving, he really didn't want to be recognized. Kala didn't need to worry. Even the few species with the ability to read minds left the girls strictly alone-while they knew Kara wouldn't get violent, and would restrain her girlfriends from doing the same, NO ONE wanted to even mildly annoy a Kryptonian by invading her privacy. Especially since one had been in the Phantom Zone. As it got late, the girls paid their tab, left a large tip for their waitress (who was human except for her red skin, which could come from any of several species such as Korugarian or Ungaran, both of which had been represented by recent Green Lanterns) and flew home to Kara's apartment, while Kyla said goodnight and went to her own. Kal got changed into a pair of pajamas, as he was NOT going to attempt a nightgown-enough was enough! As he (she?) got changed, he noticed something that drove his new and hopefully temporary status home with a vengeance. There were a few spots of blood on his panties! "Oh crap! Well, Kara warned me about this, and showed me what to do if and when it happened. And natural females go through this for decades of their lives, every month? That radiation can't wear off soon enough for me-I want my male body back!" Kala Jor-El dealt with the situation as she had been instructed. Thinking of herself as her former male self was at the moment quite ridiculous, and quite incongruent. Kara could detect things using her sense of super-smell, but chose not to mention it unless her cousin did. And she was quite sure that Kala was much too embarrassed to do that, even to another woman who also happened to be her cousin and only living relative (except for Kru-El who was hopefully locked away in the Phantom Zone for a couple of hundred more years). Kala got through the week, taking a Kryptonian version of Midol that Kara prepared for her, and finally it ended-with the same thing to look forward to at least six more times. Finally, she decided that she had to go and see Lois (Clark/Superman's live in girlfriend and fianc?e). Lois deserved to know what was happening and why Kal wasn't around. The conversation was awkward to say the least. Lois wasn't happy to find her boyfriend was now a woman, and would be for quite some time. "Kal- Kala-whatever your name is. I love you as a man, and will again when you change back. And I'm here for you now as a friend, and anything you need you can come to me for help, or just to talk. I know you're staying with Kara for the time being, but you can stay here instead if you'd like-or just come for a visit any time. But we aren't going to sleep in the same bed-I'm not a lesbian, you know. When you change back, we'll make up for lost time. But not now, ok?" "Sure Lois, I understand. And I will be looking over Metropolis, just a lot more covertly. People will wonder where Superman is. Perhaps you could write a story explaining I'm away on a mission with the Green Lantern Corps, who needed some extra strength, and I'll be back in six months or so?" "Sure, I think that would work. Ok, I'll do it." They continued conversing for a while, then Kala excused herself and flew to the fortress where she met Kyla, who had proven trustworthy and had free access to the hideaway. She hooked Kala up to the machine to take a reading, which she was fully qualified to do. "914 KRUs Kala. Another 32 units this week. Soon we'll know if it's a steady rate or if it will vary. By the way, girlfriend, your lipstick needs touching up" she giggled. Kala gave her a dirty look. "You're really having way too much fun with this, Kyla." "I know, hon, but I just couldn't help myself. And you do need to touch up." Kala sighed, fished a lipstick and mirror out of her belt pouch and fixed herself. "Satisfied?" "Kara, I can't stay hidden for the next six months. I need to get out and do things, just not in my old costume. Can you get Winn to fix me up with something a little more durable than a pair of jeans?" Kala asked Supergirl one day. "I can ask him, but where do we say you came from?" "How about if I'm a friend of yours from the future, in the Legion, who's taking Superman's place while he's away with the Green Lantern Corps? And that I'll go back as soon as his mission is done?" "Sure, that would work. How about if we call you Antaria, after Antares, Krypton's star?" "Great, that covers all the bases." Kara asked Winn Schott to make a costume for a girlfriend of hers who also had powers, since he had made her Supergirl uniform. He made it in red for the star, with black trim and accents. Kara had neglected to specify a pants uniform, though, and Winn's creation came out looking a lot like Kara's. In other words, high boots and a miniskirt-though no cape this time. And he left off the emblem of the house of El also, since he had no idea that Antaria was actually Superman. "Oh come on, Kara, a skirt? You want me to do super feats in a skirt?" "Uh cousin? I do, Wonder Woman used to, some of the Green Lantern women do, even the original Batgirl did, and she was only human. What's wrong with it? You are a girl now, you know. For at least the next six months. Winn put a lot of work into that uniform for you. Be grateful." "I am, Kara, just frustrated by the whole thing. I want to be ME again." "And aren't you? Inside, you're still Earth's greatest hero." "I know, Kara, I'm just mad and annoyed over the whole thing. Okay, there's nothing wrong with being female, but psychologically I'm having trouble dealing with it. My masculine instincts keep wanting to take over, and that would be incongruous with my present form, wouldn't it?" "Sure would, cousin. But you look great, and no one would know who or what you really were. We'll announce you on WNN TV news, which Cat Grant happens to own, and you can get to work doing what you do best. I'll have to introduce you to the JLA though, and that will probably be pretty embarrassing for you. I think we can keep it from official DEO records, though J'onn will need to be informed." Kara, Kala and Kyla (even though Kyla wasn't a member, Kara vouched for her) flew to the Justice League Satellite and called an emergency meeting of whoever happened to be available. Black Canary and Wonder Woman took it the best, with Flash close behind. Aquaman, who had a weird sense of humor roared with laughter. Kala wanted to punch him out (but of course she didn't) when he asked if she would go to the prom with him. Arthur did get a dirty look, though. Batman and Green Lantern were silent, with Bruce, who was not known for having ANY sense of humor at all just looking disgusted. Hal (GL) finally spoke up and just commented that if she was still the person they knew, with the same powers, and the radiation should eventually wear off, then it wasn't any big deal. J'onn, as both a JLA member and head of the DEO, thanked her for being honest and informing them of a new super powered alien in the US, and there was no need to open a file or inform any other agents. Kala thanked her lucky stars that Guardian wasn't able to attend, as Jimmy was his closest friend and they had worked together on the Daily Planet for years before Jimmy left to join Catco, eventually becoming its head, before Lena Luthor bought it. Kala didn't want HER to find out, either! "Kala, about the only other person who should know is Alex Danvers. She's not only family as Kara's adopted sister, but she's number two at the DEO." "I guess so, J'onn-but nobody else. I really don't want this to become public knowledge. I'll go back to Metropolis and sleep in the second bedroom of my apartment, Lois made it clear that until I change back we're on hold. I'll watch over my city as Antaria and check KRUs every week and hope the level continues to drop. And count the days till the level is zero, and hopefully, I'll get to be my male self again. No offense, ladies." "None taken, Kala" piped up Kyla, giggling. "Kyla, I repeat, you're having way too much fun with this. Please stop." This time Kara gave the younger girl a dirty look too. Kyla stopped. Actually, of the three Kryptonians, even though Kyla seemed to be the youngest, she was significantly older than the other two, by almost 40 years in Kara's case. She had been born 20 years before Krypton's explosion, but had been sent to the Phantom Zone for involuntary manslaughter and assault three years before the catastrophe. Her crime would have been nothing more than careless driving except for the fact that she had hit another flitter with hers while showing off and killed one person and injured another. That saved her life when Krypton exploded, though. She had seen Kara being born on Argo City as it floated in space, and had observed her trip to Earth. Through a rift caused by an atomic blast she had managed to escape, long after she should have been released, however. But Kyla's long years in the zone had stopped her aging, and she seemed to be a young woman of about twenty one. She also had the emotional maturity of someone that age, but she was definitely chastened by her ordeal and sentence, and was the nicest, most law abiding person anyone knew. She went out of her way to do kind deeds in secret, and even though she was a multimillionaire, she lived quietly on her salary from Ulta. The only thing she wanted out of life was an official Kryptonian pardon, and the right to put her family emblem back on her tunic. Either Kal or Kara could authorize it, but both of them hesitated to take on the authority necessary to do so. None of them knew what terrible event in the future would cause them to change their mind and restore her to full citizenship. The long weeks passed for Kala Jor-El, now known as Antaria. She spent most of her time with Kara and Kyla, who protected her socially and gave her hints as to successful passing while the radiation wore off. She didn't go overboard buying clothing, as she knew (or at least hoped!) that she would return to her normal male self as Superman, and wouldn't need her female things anymore. Antaria patrolled Metropolis, as well as sharing protection duties for the entire world with the other members of the JLA. She did go out socially with the other two Kryptonian girls, with Diana or Dinah occasionally accompanying them, either to the Alien bar in National City or a few others like it. They mostly wore Kryptonian garb, including their uniforms in hers and Kara's cases. Occasionally they went to a nice restaurant somewhere in normal clothing (including dresses, which still embarrassed Kala no end-the transformation had given him a female body, but no mental changes. But to some nice places, dressy clothing was a necessity. "Oh well, I can always give this stuff to Goodwill or something after I'm done with it. I really hope this is a one shot thing, and just like Red K, it'll never affect me again" Kala thought. "At least I hope not-damn, I think I'm due again. That's one thing I really hate-how do genetic females put up with it, you'd think they'd go crazy every month!" One thing she absolutely refused to do was date, even though Kyla especially tried to fix him up with friends of her boyfriend of the moment. Kyla had taken to that Earth custom with great enthusiasm, even to spending the night at her date's home on occasion. But she only dated human males, never someone from the Alien Bars they patronized. She wasn't prejudiced, she just preferred beings who looked like her. Kara, when she did have a date, also dated mostly humans, though she had once had a torrid affair with a Daxamite male, who she had hoped to actually marry, but circumstances got in the way of that. His people had invaded Earth, and a Lead-Bomb had made the place totally inhospitable (in fact, deadly) to his species. He had had to go into exile also, and she hadn't heard any word from him since. She really missed him, though. One night, the girls were at the Alien bar when something very strange occurred. The door opened and in walked their friend Hal Jordan, Green Lantern of Sector 2814 (where Earth was) with an alien in a similar uniform. While Hal recognized them, the other one didn't, and wasn't very polite with his demands. "All right, everyone up against the wall, I have a warrant for one of you, and I don't want any trouble. Hal, please help me move them over." "Uh-Kilowog? I don't think you want to try to move those three women over at that table. First of all, I know they aren't wanted anywhere for anything, and second, well, you don't know who they are, do you? Kilowog-the blonde is Supergirl, the younger brunette does have a record, but completed her sentence and hasn't committed another crime since. The older brunette is a distant relative of Supergirl's-I don't think we want to try to push three Kryptonians around. It takes twenty of us to guard that renegade Superboy, remember?" "Oh-sorry ladies. But I have a job to do, even here on Earth." The girls stayed in their seats, with Kyla fuming at the treatment-she hadn't committed a crime in over forty years and didn't deserve this. Her friends kept her calm while the two Galactic agents did their job. Kilowog scanned each of the patrons with his ring until he found the mass murderer the Guardians had sent him after. He created a transportable cell with his ring, and then took off for OA with his prisoner. "Sorry about that Kala, Kara. You too, Kyla, I know how law abiding you are, and you've earned the JLAs trust. Kilowog has as much tact and sense of humor as Batman does, so don't think too harshly of him. It's a species thing." With that, he flew off towards his own home and patrol area. The bartender, who happened to be a female White Martian, bought a round for the house to soothe some ruffled feathers (literally in a few cases), which the girls quickly finished and decided to leave. Kala flew to the apartment he and Lois shared in Metropolis, while the other two had a shorter trip to their National City apartments. Both had to be at work the next morning. Each week Kala flew to the fortress with one of the other two and was tested for Kryptonite radiation decay-and it was staying steady at 32 KRUs per week. Three months had passed by this point, her cycle had come and gone three times, and Kala couldn't wait for it to all be over. Then came another event she was dreading, but her two friends wouldn't let her out of it. Every year, the aliens resident on Earth held a gathering, culminating in a formal ball. There were meetings and seminars on such topics as putting aside planetary enmity while guests on this planet, human etiquette in different areas, relationships with humans, legal issues, and other items of interest. Kal-El and Kara had both attended several, though not every year. Kal usually left before the ball, since Lois, being human, wasn't especially welcome there. Kara and Kyla had both stayed, attending in formal Kryptonian gowns, with Kara's having her family crest. Kyla was still denied hers, though she was hoping. Kala absolutely refused to either attend the gathering or especially go to the ball. As expected, his two friends eventually wore her down. They all attended a few seminars in their uniforms (Kyla's was actually the short tunic dress she had worn in the zone, sans emblem. All of the others knew what that meant, and were amazed to find her on friendly terms with Supergirl and another person of Kryptonian descent (which was the cover story-Kala was a direct descendant of Kal-El from the 31st century). "Since when does a zoner associate with Kara?" was a thought often passed around among the telepathic species, such as the few Titanians present. But as usual, no one wanted to tangle with her, even if she wasn't a friend of the Els-she was thought to be dangerous, even if reformed. They spent some time with J'onn and his partner for the moment, a White Martian female who was a bartender at the Alien bar they frequented. Kala was NOT looking forward to the ending ball-wearing a formal Kryptonian gown was not her idea of a fun night out. But since she was currently a Kryptonian woman she endured it, and again, allowed Kyla to work her magic, as did Kara. All three girls wore floor length green and black gowns, trimmed with gold. They all sported elaborate headdresses, with family emblems as appropriate centered on their gowns. Kara and Kala of course wore the diamond-s shape of the House of El. Kyla was hoping that this was the night she would get her reprieve, but unfortunately for her, once again it didn't happen. She wondered what Kala and Kara were waiting for. The three super-powered girls actually had a wonderful time at the he gathering, even Kala. They were all asked to dance by many of the human-appearing or humanoid attendees, and even Kala decided to loosen up and enjoy herself. She was sure that at least a few of the telepaths present had 'peeped' her and knew who she really was, but none of them were foolish enough call her on it or make a scene. And none of them would dream of mentioning her situation later, after the K-radiation had worn off and she had her own original gender back. She had managed to communicate with the Daily Planet, where Clark worked and wangle him a long-term on-location assignment. As usual, there were multiple wars brewing in various trouble spots around the world, and she managed to be assigned to cover one. Every week, a story was e-mailed to the Planet's server with -Clarks by line attached, in order to keep Perry White happy. As he was the managing editor of the newspaper, this was necessary in order for Clark to have a job to return to. It worked. Time passed, as it generally does. Kala managed to live her life as a woman, and gradually accepted her situation. She generally wore slacks, though skirts were on occasion, necessary. She still never went on a date, that would seem to strange to her, but she did go out with one or both of the other Kryptonian girls, sometimes with Kyla alone, who even though she was considerably more sedate than she had been back on Krypton, was more adventurous than Kara was. She liked to party, and sometimes she left the bar with someone other than Kala. Someone male, actually. "Bit deal," Kala thought. "She's an adult, she can do as she likes. I'm staying faithful to Lois, someday I'll be back to being myself." Every week she flew to the fortress with one or another of the girls and had her radiation level checked. The decay was a steady 32 units per week, each and every time. It was getting close. Finally, the level was down to 82-Kala had approximately two and a half weeks left in her female body, after which, she hoped, she would transform back into a male. She couldn't wait, especially since her 'friend' was due again this week. "Last time for this, thank Rao. That's something I absolutely wont miss" she thought to herself. "Skirts and heels, too-- Never going to have to deal with them, either. I don't know how Kara and Kyla deal with all the crap that goes along with being female. And they told me they like it and wouldn't change if they could? I will still never understand women, even after this!" "Kala, Kyla, there's something strange going on in the outer atmosphere. A fleet of ships, not Daxamite of course like the last time is sitting in place just outside the Van Allen belts. I'm going to investigate" the message came from Kara. It was over the JLA communicator, so every other super hero on earth heard it too, and they all prepared for whatever might come. Kara flew up to investigate. The lead (and largest) ship repositioned itself to intercept her. As she neared it, a turret opened up in the nose and a beam shot out. While it wasn't kryptonite, it was strong enough to stun her and send her falling back towards Earth, where Kyla caught her and flew her to the DEO labs for a checkup. A message came through from Hal Jordan, Green lantern of sector 2814. "Everybody, that's a Thanagarian fleet! They're the most warlike in the universe, and their Hawk Police make the SS look like pushovers. Carter and Shayera can attest to that-and we have a fight on our hands. Everybody on board and ready?" The answers came quickly-the flyers would be intercepting the invaders in the air, the others would attack the ground invasion force. While Thanagarians weren't in the Kryptonian or Daxamite class, they were more powerful than the average human in strength, toughness, speed and ruthlessness. And they could fight, and would to the death. The Hawk Police never ever surrendered. Some of the heroes' codes against killing might have to be broken in order to defend Earth. Guy Gardner, the reserve Green Lantern for one didn't have a problem with that. Neither did Batman. Katr and Shayera, having escaped from Thanagar (they had both been Hawk Police actually) were also unmoved by the prospect of deadly combat with their former colleagues. The three Kryptonians, Wonder Woman and Hal Jordan did, and would do their utmost to avoid killing if they could, but they would defend Earth. Kyla especially was frightened--she was definitely not a super hero, even though she had powers. But she would do what was necessary. J'onn, Aquaman and the Red Tornado didnt care either way. They wouldn't try to kill any of the enemy, but if it came to that then so be it. Since it was a fight to save the entire planet, several so- called villians volunteered to help, including Lex Luthor. His immense wealth and advanced technological expertise would be most helpful, especially since he joined the force in his signature purple and green armor, with the various weapon systems. M'gaa, J'onns white martian girlfriend changed into her natural form and joined also. Kala and Kara led the force, each smashing an enemy ship, with the Green Lanterns teaming up to encircle two more and cut their power. Batman, Aquaman and Kyla chose to help on the ground, saving those in danger and fighting any enemy landing force. The others wanted her strength in the space fight, but she wasn't built that way psychologically. She would do what she could. Especially since a full battalion of the enemy had landed and was rampaging through National City. She teamed up with the Guardian to fight them, and between them and a National Guard unit managed to disable the entire force. But there were more coming, all over the world. Three simultaneous blasts hit Red Tornado, tearing him to pieces, while a squad of the enemy targeted Cyborg, doing the same to him. Diana was out of the fight, though not dead, as was Guy Gardner. At this point, the Kryptonians had to take the gloves off and cause some serious damage. All three of them (Kyla included) began a smash and destroy of the enemy power plants, with Hal doing the same. Eventually, the remaining Thanagarian ships realized that the Heroes were just too much for them, especially with three Kryptonians and a Green Lantern still in the fight. They engaged their hyperdrives and fled the system. There was nothing to be done for the valiant scarlet robot who had given his existence to save the planet. Diana and Guy were taken to the satellite to be healed (eventually). Cyborg could be repaired, eventually, as his human parts were intact. The team, especially Hal, was surprised at Guy's injuries, as his ring should have protected him more than it did. Those who had been slightly hurt licked their wounds and prepared to get back to their normal life (whatever normal was for a costumed super hero, especially one temporarily trapped in the wrong gender. Kyla, who really wasn't a superhero even though she was a Kryptonian was severely shaken up. Combat with one of the most warlike races in the universe, including the probable taking of some of their lives wasn't something she was prepared or trained for. "I'm a makeup artist, for Rao's sake!" she thought. "I'm not trained for something like this. And after how I performed, you'd think Kala or Kara would grant me my pardon and give me back my emblem!" she fumed to herself. "I've been here almost five years, its about time!" What she didn't know was that she would be getting her emblem back in less than a year, but would have to pay a terrible price to receive it. But that was in the future. Time went on, as it normally does. Kala's KRU level showed less than fifty, meaning that in less than two weeks she would hopefully change back to Kal-El, the male champion of the planet Earth. "And it can't happen a moment too soon. I'm due again in a few days, and I'd really like to miss that. I've had to put up with it for over half a year, and I still can't get used to it-and after this month I'm not going to have to. Thank Rao," Kala thought to herself. "And if I were human, I'd REALLY hate heels-I can see how they'd be uncomfortable. And bras-how confining are they? Not much longer, I hope." She decided that she would change to her Superman costume in her last week in case the change occurred unexpectedly. She really didn't want to change over and be stuck in a mini skirt and heeled boots. Though that's exactly what her super cousin Kara (Supergirl) wore on a daily basis. She changed into jeans and a sweater, grabbed her purse and went out for some lunch. While she didn't really need to eat, like most aliens, especially Kryptonians, she enjoyed Earth foods. A quick burger and shake would be just about right for now. She got a call from Kara. "Hey cousin, you're going to change back soon. How about one last fling as Kala at the alien bar in National City. We've had some great times there, and it would be fun to go in Kryptonian clothing. You rarely do that." It sounded like a good idea, so the three girls got ready (Kala by now had learned to do her own hair, nails and makeup, though she really didn't like to, but she knew she needed to in order to fit in culturally. Even back on Krypton, women had worn some sort of adornment as it seemed to be a universal trait among humanoid species). They got to the club and knocked, then were immediately allowed to enter. Three Kryptonians in uniform, one a former zoner, was a situation none of the alien patrons wanted to get involved with. Especially those who had interplanetary warrants out for them. Earth was a safe haven for most of them, as long as they kept their noses (or whatever!) clean. Though they did remember Kilowog's visit a few months ago with a Guardian warrant. Rare, but no one wanted to take the chance of it happening again. The girls had a great time on their last night out together as three alien females. They had several rounds of their favorite Arcturian Ale, as it didn't affect their physiologies, and accepted several invitations to dance with other of the human and humanoid males in the club. Kyla was widely acknowledged to be the wildest dancer among the club's regular clientele. No one was really surprised. Even Kala loosened up for her last night out partying as a woman. It would only be a few more days until the change. Again, she hoped it was only a few more days. "Clark, it's been a long time. It's been weird seeing you as a woman, and living as one, even here in the spare bedroom. I'm pretty sure you want to take up right where we left off, as a couple, but I don't know if I can jump right back into that relationship. I know it wasn't your fault, that strange form of Kryptonite did it to you, but over the last seven months you've taken on totally feminine mannerisms and even attitudes, whether you know it or not. I know you were the alpha male of the galaxy before this, and I hope you will be again. But I still can't get past it just yet. Give me some time?" Lois asked. "Sure, Lois-but think how weird it's been for me. Using the Ladie's room, having to fix hair and makeup every morning, pretending to be my own descendant from the far future and wearing skirts? Believe me, I can't wait for it to be over. I don't think I'll have any trouble regaining my male persona, though I'll probably be a lot more understanding of the problems women face-even super powered ones like Kara and Kyla. Ok, they're not likely to be assaulted, but they still get ogled, dismissed or disregarded, and generally receive lesser pay. Trust me, I'll be a lot more considerate in the future. And I truly hope this stuff is like Red Kryptonite, in that it an only affect me once. I would hate to go through this again, even for a shorter time. And a longer period? Forget it!" The two continued discussing their future, didn't make any firm plans, and had dinner together (as usual). Kala took off on a patrol of her city, of course dressed in her red and black uniform, with the heels and miniskirt. She couldn't wait to get back into her own costume, and for her body to change back. The scheduled last week of Kala's ordeal finally came. The three had discussed it, and thought it best for Kala to change into her original uniform (it stretched to fit the wearer) and wait at the fortress. Kyla had some vacation time coming, so she volunteered to stay with her. Also, she might be needed in case there was some adverse reaction to the transformation, since Kal-El had experienced extreme pain the first time. This time could be worse. Kara would patrol the planet and the rest of the system as needed, and Kala would concentrate on keeping herself together for the coming metamorphosis. She was actually glad that Kyla was staying with her, she had gotten to know the girl rather well during the last few years since she had escaped from the zone and had proven herself trustworthy, and she had become a good friend o the other two Kryptonians, and had definitely proved her worth during the Thanagarian attack. Kala even thought about granting her release from her parole during those few days, which he (she) had the authority to do, but felt that a discussion with Kara was necessary first. Plus, Kryptonian custom (not law) stated that a five year term was necessary in order for parole release (earth years-less in Kryptonian sun-cycles) and Kyla hadn't been out of the zone that long yet, though she should have been released decades ago. Only the planet's explosion had prevented it, plus no one outside the zone knew she was there and was entitled to her freedom. Kala decided that as soon as the time was up, either she or Kara would perform the required ceremony and restore the girl to full Kryptonian citizenship, since she had proved that she deserved it. In the meantime, Kyla took daily readings of Kala on the radiation meter, and the residual KRUs kept steadily decreasing. On the next to last scheduled day, Kala made sure she wasn't wearing anything feminine. White men's underwear, no bra, makeup and nail polish scrubbed off, original uniform, no earrings or hair clips, nothing. Her hair would probably return to it's normal cut, and over the last seven months she had wondered why it had grown when the change had occurred. Hair length wasn't a sex based characteristic, so it shouldn't have. Hopefully, it would revert. The last day came. Kala nervously looked at the timepiece hanging on the wall of the private room she normally used to relax in as Superman. Kyla sat with her, and the two made small talk, with her telling Kala stories about their homeworld, which Kal-El had left as a baby. Finally, Kala Jor-El doubled over in excruciating pain, worse than any Green Kryptonite exposure she had ever had. She actually vomited and began screaming in agony. Kyla did what she could, and decided to call Kara. She was there in a few seconds. The two natural born women held their friend/cousin's hands and did their best. They could see the change occurring. A bulge appeared in the crotch, and the perfectly shaped breasts disappeared. Her features coarsened, and the body dimensions grew larger, and height increased. Her hair began to be pulled back into the skull. The entire agonizing process took almost fifteen minutes, but at the end, in front of the two girls stood a figure they knew quite well. They each examined the figure's DNA with their combined x-ray and microscopic visions, and found that it was again the Kryptonian equivalent of XY. Superman was back!