This story was inspired by and uses some of the actual capture scene ideas

presented by Jo (fli_binite@hotmail.com) in the story "Deadly Duo".  I've

written an almost totally new story without copying directly from that other

story.  I am very glad that I was inspired to write my own story after reading

Jo's.

 

 

April Fools Joke Gone Bad 2007

by Steve Zink

 

 

By the time mid-March was slipping by on the calendar, it had been five

months since Duela Dent had been insulted by the JLA.  None of the members

of that heroic group would concur with her personal opinion and

interpretation of that event, but the still quite good looking and

shoulder length brown haired ex-Teen Titan was keeping her feelings to

herself.  Of course, as good looking as Duela was, very few of the heroes

had ever seen her true face; other than Robin, almost everyone had only

seen her masked as Harlequin.  Masked, as in a full face and head

modifying mask which like all of her others would feel like latex being

held in one's hands, but once over her or anyone else's head was modified

by her special mask magic to turn into actual flesh.

 

In the way that Duela was keeping all this bottled up, what should have

been nothing more than a temporary letdown instead kept growing as an

increasing feeling of low self-esteem.  A byproduct of that attitude was

a feeling of animosity toward the JLA as a whole, but even more so toward

the females of the group.  Duela had the mistaken idea that it was a cabal

of the group's heroines that had vetoed the idea of Harlequin being

included amongst all the other heroes and heroines, both young and old,

who were being asked to help in the world-shaking situation brought about

by another ex-Titan, Cyborg.

 

With two weeks left to go, Duela had all five costumes put together; after

their use in the games she played with Robin to show her abilities, each

had been kept in storage along with other costumes she'd used over the past

few years.  It was a good thing money was of no concern to the young lady

who'd just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday all by herself, because

each of the costumes was going to have one major difference.  When she had

worn them, the shoes or boots for each one had either flat heels or short

block heels; for their newest usage, Duela wanted just boots for the

costumes that would look much sexier and have high and shapely stiletto

heels.  The more easily obtained off the shelf boots which would work were

already rather pricey.  The ones which had to be specially made were out

of this world.  The five pairs of boots with high heels were still all in

her own size, since each of the five masks put onto the JLA heroines would

modify their bodies to be identical to the ones she herself had originated

for the playing of felons' daughter roles.

 

The whole thing was getting quite involved in the assembling and planning,

but Duela felt it was all worth it for the April Fools joke that would give

the five heroines of the JLA a similar taste of her feeling of rejection. 

At least they'd only be experiencing that feeling for the duration of the

joke; maybe after things were back to usual their opinion of Harlequin and

by default Duela would change so she could get out of her own funk.

 

Then again, having all the costumes and masks on hand was one thing; Duela

was a realist.  Handling the actual scenarios for the five all by herself

didn't seem like a good idea.  But who could she both persuade and trust

to help with this April Fools joke?  Inspiration came that very evening

while she was eating dinner while watching the news on her TV.  During the

later world and national news, a story came from Metropolis.  Instead of

being the usual writer of the news, Lois Lane was the subject.  In a more

relaxed studio, the award winning reporter was giving her viewpoint of the

news that broke earlier that day when Lois had been humiliated by her

boyfriend, Superman, while she was interviewing President Luthor.  The Man

of Steel, accompanied by his JLA friends Batman and Green Lantern for

backup, burst unannounced past all the Secret Service guards into the Oval

Office to accuse Lex of shenanigans. 

 

If that wasn't bad enough, the trio then turned on Lois and accused her of

giving more exposure to the President's 'warped' ideas.  It had been a

mixed media interview, and the scene was shown live on some cable news

stations and taped for later showing by all the other news crews.  Ms. Lane

wrapped up her bit by telling the viewers that as our President, Lex

Luthor's ideas were important to air, no matter how much she herself might

disagree with some of them.  She seemed to be totally pissed off by Superman

and the others with their single minded attitudes, even if it was with them

that she usually hung around.  The main reason she was so peeved was the

one she didn't dare mention during the news spot - it was her own husband

who had made her look like a fool.

 

That was a live interview according to the scroll at the bottom of the

screen, so Duela wondered when Lois would get to her home.  Well, there was

no real hurry, so the plotter did her dishes after finishing and then

walked over to her desk to turn on the computer.  While it was booting up,

she went into her utility room and opened up the chest next to her

washer.  From it she pulled out a so far unused blank mask form, which was

taken back to the now up and running computer.  Already thinking of how

that mask would appear if Ms. Lane was going to go along with her, Duela

set up a Google search using the reporter's name as soon as her ISP's home

page blinked on.

 

It was a good thing she was actually trying to kill some time, because in

addition to all the address and phone number information the mask maven

had hoped to find, there were plenty of links going to pages with history

and background information.  She wrote down the connection numbers, then

Duela started visiting a lot of the sites that seemed to be just a lot of

fluff.  What a thrill it was when she arrived at a biography site that was

mostly written by Ms. Lane herself.  Damn, without bragging, the girlfriend

of Superman sure had a lot to tell.  She had experienced an awful lot of

fascinating adventures in the years since she'd connected with the hero

from Krypton.  With her own background in the wearing of lots of costumes,

it was a surprise for Duela to see that Lois had written about her own

costume tales.  Another great find at that site was an email link to its

author.  What the hell, it was worth a try.  She clicked on it, then simply

asked Lois if she could call her on the phone.

 

Duela started visiting some of her usual favorite sites as soon as the

message was sent.  She didn't have very long to wait for a reply, because

with her constant watch for news information and tips Lois had opened up

her emails as soon as she got home.  Her reply to Duela said, 'Duela Dent,

who used to be Harlequin?  Sure, give me a call.  Or would you rather use

instant messaging?'  Hmm, IM or voice?  Duela sent, 'I'd rather call,

Lois, it's more enlightening to hear the tone and inflections in spoken

words.  Don't reply, I'm dialing the phone right now.'

 

"Hello?"

 

"Hi, Lois, it's Duela.  Can you talk freely, or is there anybody else

there with you?"

 

Lois grinned in expectation, then after thinking of a quick way to hide

the fact that her husband was the cause of her present bad attitude

answered, "Nobody here but me right now; my husband Clark is out of town

on an assignment, and unless he wants the ice cold ignoring treatment, a

certain hunk in skin tight blue and red better not show up here for a

while.  And if you're worried, I'm on my cord phone so there's no chance

of anybody listening to our conversation."

 

"You don't think Superman might use his super hearing if he spots you on

the phone?"

 

"Good thinking, I wouldn't put it past him right now.  Hold on a sec." 

After a brief silence, Duela started to hear the opening chords of one of

her own favorite classical music pieces.  "There, I just turned on the CD,

that should provide enough background sound to cover my words for a

while," Lois said when she came back on. 

 

"Ah, so you enjoy Ravel's Bolero also.  I'll have to check with you later

about which recording that is you have.  Lois, I don't want to take a

chance with Supes discriminating your words from the music, so I'll try

to make the phone call short.  If your answer to my question turns out to

be no, will you promise me that you won't pass on what you're about to

hear?"

 

"You've got my word," Lois answered, now thinking something really hot

must be on the mind of Ms. Dent.

 

"I've got a nasty April Fools joke cooked up for the five babes of the

JLA.  But I need some help to pull it off.  I was wondering if you're

pissed off enough at the JLA after earlier today to work with me?"

 

"Heh!  Superman's got me so mad at the way he and the other JLA members

messed up my interview with the President and then on national TV called

me a simpleton and Luthor sympathizer, I have nothing but hate for the

JLA right now.  I'd love to, Duela.  Especially if that pompous Amazon

slut is one of the five."

 

"Indeed she is.  I presume you know who the other four are, Hawkgirl,

Zatanna, Huntress and Black Canary."

 

"Yep.  Good thing Supergirl, Power Girl, Barda and Mary Marvel aren't

around right now."

 

"I want to tell you more tomorrow, in person.  It's a Friday, but I

presume you're going to be at the Planet, right?"

 

"Yes, but-"

 

"But you don't think it's a good idea for me to be seen there.  I have no

intention.  Lois, has Lana Lang visited there at the Planet very much

lately?"

 

"No, Lana's been pretty busy at her fashion clothing design office on the

other side of town, mostly.  She's always tied up with her displays and

fashion shows.  She only comes to visit at odd times."

 

"Good!  Let's hope the real Lana stays in her own office tomorrow while

another Lana comes to make a surprise spur of the moment visit to the

Planet.  Plan on seeing Lana around 11, Lois.  Hey, how does that

redhead beauty queen usually dress for a quick visit?"

 

"Lana's always trying to show off that great body she's got, so she

usually appears in something hot and sexy.  Sometimes I just want to

throttle that minx when she tries to catch Superman's eye like that.  But

he grew up with Lana, and it's me he's ma- ...hot for now.  Or at least

was, until earlier today."

 

"You've just given me good ideas, Lois, thanks.  Watch for a super sexy

looking Lana Lang tomorrow morning.  I'll tell you a lot more then.  Time

for me to hang up and go get some new outfits for my costume and clothes

collection, in Lana's sizes."

 

"Okay, bye, Duela.  Oh, it's supposed to be warm tomorrow, not much

chance of rain."

 

"Thanks again, and goodbye."

 

Duela hung up, then went to the Ramada Inn website on her computer.  She

booked a room there, specifying an early arrival, since she knew it was

only a short three block walk from there to the Planet.  That done, she

set her program on the computer to make a false driver's license so Lana

would be carrying some ID.  It would be printed and waiting for her when

she got back.  It was also a warm and clear evening in Gotham City, so

all she did was grab her purse.  She knew just the place to get Lana's

sexy outfit for tomorrow.  From her massive card file she pulled the one

for Ms. Lang, to make sure she got everything right.  She grinned while

looking at the three photos on the card, then spoke the short spell she

knew by heart after all the years of using it.  The blank mask form

sitting on the desk top next to her computer shimmered, then became a

latex version of Lana Lang's face.

 

Sure enough, the fetish clothing store she was thinking of had just the

pink outfit which would show off Lana's body to the max.  Duela couldn't

resist browsing some more after finding the sleeveless leotard and ultra

short shorts, and on a whim also picked up some pink shoulder length

gloves.  Then when she got to the register, along with a big selection of

wigs from which a red one close to Lana's style was selected, there was a

wall display of domino masks intended for dominatixes.  Almost

unbelievably, there was a very deeply contoured mask which would cover

almost all of one's upper face in that same shade of pink.  It was added

to the items being rung up.

 

Not far away was the specialty shoe store which had made two of the high

heeled versions of the costume boots for her.  Duela stopped in to pick up

some pink boots to wear with her slut outfit; she found a great pair that

were knee high and stretch pull on with really sexy five-inch fuck me

heels which would be perfect.  However, she also came across another pair

of pull on pink boots with no zippers that came almost all the way up to

the crotch.  The heels on this pair were a good bit higher than the knee

high ones, and after asking was told they were six and half inches. 

Well, she certainly couldn't go walking around and show up at the Planet

in thigh high boots with heels like that, but for showing off the outfit

privately, they'd be perfect.  She bought both pairs, along with a

similarly hued small clutch purse.

 

The next morning, Duela retrieved the printed driver's license from her

printer and added it to her wallet.  Then she added Lana's face to the bag

still holding the wig she'd bought the night before, along with the bags

holding the pink outfit and two pairs of boots, all left out in her car,

then drove across town to Kenner Field.  While Gotham International Airport

was busy with all the airlines, Kenner was where nearly all the bizjets

stayed.  She got a cart and loaded up the three bags, her small overnight

bag and her purse, then she went over to the bomb sniffer at the gate. 

From there the young lady went directly to her Gulfstream IV to load the

bags next to the boxes already onboard that were holding the daughters

costumes and boots, then she went inside to file her flight plan for the

short hop to Metropolis.  Next she called Butler at Metropolis to reserve

a parking spot and arrange for some fuel.  There was already more than

enough in the tanks to get to Metropolis with plenty in reserve, so even

considering the fact that she'd be the only one on board and the huge

amount of excess thrust provided by the big fan engines, getting more

there was better than taking off overly heavy from Gotham City.

 

Luck was with Duela as she got into the Metropolis International approach

pattern.  The early morning rush for the airlines was over, and with the

winds from the south just as they had been back in Gotham, her Gulfstream

kept the same basic heading all the way with a straight in, no delay

approach.  It was good that she'd arranged for a ramp spot in advance,

because the bizjet traffic at Butler was heavy.  After she got waved into

her valuable ramp space, Duela waited for the fuel truck.  It didn't take

long, again since she'd arranged for fuel in advance, and now she decided

to top off the tanks.  By the time the G4's tanks could hold no more, it

was 9:15; Ms. Dent had an hour and forty-five minutes to get a car, then

drive to her hotel room in which she could change, and finally to appear

at the Daily Planet.

 

When Duela walked up to the Avis counter carrying her purse, her overnight

bag and three large white shopping bags, she looked like a fashionista

who'd flown to Metropolis for a shopping trip.  But it was the wrong time

of day, and she was going into the city.  The agent, an older guy who did

get a good look at the cute young lady but couldn't care less about what

she was carrying, arranged a Cadillac for her so the trip would be in a

car that was big and had some class.  It would have been easier to put all

the bags on the car's back seat, but why give any street ruffians the

temptation?  All but her purse went into the trunk. 

 

The traffic going downtown was only moderate, another benefit of being

there after the early morning commuters were off the road.  She would have

let the lot valet at Ramada park the car, but with a good chance that Lana

would be next driving it Duela didn't want any questions, so she drove

into the hotel's garage.  Her luck was continuing, there was an open

parking spot close to the elevator.

 

While she was getting checked in, an inside valet came up behind Duela

with a cart.  All it took was a nod, and he placed all the bags on his

cart.  She could have handled the bags herself easily since they were

light, but why turn down help when it's offered?  When the room assignment

was completed, the smiling but businesslike older woman with grey

streaked auburn hair handed Duela her credit card and the door card,

saying, "Ms. Dent, enjoy your stay," then raised her voice a bit so both

Duela and the valet could hear, "room 427."

 

Duela turned to the gent behind her and said, "Lead the way."

 

"It'll be to the left from this central elevator," he told her, "just a

few rooms down." 

 

"Good, a nice short walk."

 

"There are also elevators at the ends of each corridor," he said while

nodding, "but they're a much longer walk.  As you can imagine, there's

also a stairwell next to each elevator for fire escape or exercise

purposes."

 

When they got to her room, an even shorter walk than Duela had imagined,

her escort followed her in and set all the bags on the queen size bed;

that bed size was one of the things she liked about Ramada.  He then

pointed out all the amenities available and gave a quick rundown on what

was viewable on the TV.  While he was occupied with the remote, she dug

into her purse to open her wallet and pull out a five dollar bill.  This

guy was good, and deserved every penny of it.  "Thanks for all the help,"

she said while handing him the folded bill after he finished.

 

"I aim to please, Ma'am," he said while nodding, then added, "thank you! 

I hope you enjoy your stay."

 

She grinned.  "I'm sure I will."

 

As soon as he was out, Duela double checked the locks on the door, then

went over to the windows to close the curtains.  Just for the hell of it,

she turned the TV back on and put on CNN Headline News.  The digital

clock on the desk below the TV showed 10:21, so it looked like about time

for Lana Lang to make her appearance.  She quickly got out of the navy

blue pants suit and pale blue blouse she'd been wearing, along with the

dressy but plain brown shoes that had rounded toes and flat heels which

sufficed for flying her jet.  Finally she removed the nude pantyhose, her

minimal pink panties and the matching but more substantial bra.  Whenever

she was dressed more or less normally, Duela preferred getting the

support provided by the bra.

 

Now Duela was in a condition very few people had ever seen.  She was nude,

in her own body and wavy, shoulder length light brown hair.  It was easy

to see how she filled out her Harlequin costume along with many others

she'd worn without altering her form in any way.  She considered herself

to be very lucky to have a still youthful and shapely pair of 36DD

breasts.  While her waist wasn't as wasp-like as some models, it did look

very good between her great chest and nice looking hips that crowned what

she was most proud of, her legs. 

 

However, as great as her own body looked, Duela was looking forward to

occupying the even more eye-catching and better shaped body Lois was

expecting to see.  She reached into the smallest of the three white bags

and pulled out the latex mask holding Lana Lang's face.  The eager masker

put her hair up under a wig cap she'd also placed in that bag, then

stretched open its neck and pulled the mask over her head.  It became a

second skin made of latex once it was in place.  A quick adjustment got

her lips and nose situated correctly in the latex moldings, which in the

process also lined up her eyes with those of the imitation Lana.  With

everything set, she pulled down the neck to make the mask hug her head

and neck tightly.  Then she got out the nearly straight red wig which

had bangs and would go down past her shoulder blades.  She put it on over

the bald latex dome of her head, with no need for a brush just yet.

 

For anyone else who had one of Duela's masks covering their head with a

wig in place, it would have taken a look into a mirror or other reflective

surface for the mask's magic to turn it and the wig into its wearer's new

face, head and hair, and in most cases alter the wearer's body to whatever

Duela had assigned to the mask.  For Duela alone, the magic could work at

her bidding.  Since it sometimes gave her a thrill to do so, she walked

over to close the bathroom door and look into the vertical mirror on its

outer side to actually watch her body morph into Lana's and the latex mask

and the wig turn into Lana's face and her hair.  It never failed to

impress her that even though she knew exactly how she'd look, there were

changes such as this one going from a brown haired good looking young

woman to a red haired slightly older woman nearly as good looking as a

goddess with a more mature beauty.

 

The room may have been in Duela Dent's name, but its occupant was no

longer Duela, she was Lana Lang.

 

Now, to take the incredible body she occupied and dress it up to show off

and advertise its sexuality.  To give her legs an awesome tanned look Lana

put on the super sheer suntan pantyhose which gave in only where it

wouldn't matter.  There was a cotton panel in the crotch to obviate the

need for panties, and the toes were reinforced; she wasn't going to be

wearing any sandals or any open-toed shoes, so these were perfect.  Next

on was the sleeveless shocking pink spandex leotard which in effect became

a second skin for her upper body.  It left absolutely nothing to the

imagination, including the shape and form of the nipples on top of her

now slightly smaller but perfectly shaped and hefty breasts.  While not

quite as large as her own, Ms. Lang's were even more impressive with their

exquisite shape.

 

The ultra short shorts she put on next, which in her younger years were

called hot pants, were the same shade of pink but made from faux leather. 

They zipped tight on the left side with their top well below her waist,

only a couple of inches above the mound of her sex but shaped to show off

her camel toe.  Finally came the last part of the outfit which had brought

on the dual buy the night before.  She opened the bag holding the boot

boxes and pulled out the slightly smaller one.  The knee high boots were

close to the same shade of shocking pink, but very shiny and made from a

thin stretchable material.  After they were pulled on the material hugged

closely to her calves, actually molding them to an even sexier shape.  The

stiletto heels which really made these into "fuck me" boots added five

more inches to her already majestic stature. 

 

While hardly necessary, Lana added some light makeup to her eyes and

cheeks to make them even more impressive, then enhanced her lips with some

coral pink lipstick.  While in no way as whorish as the clothes she was

wearing, her face was now very appealing.  Finally, she took the brush

from Duela's purse and stroked her long red mane.  Then, instead of

putting the brush and makeup back into the purse from which they'd come,

Lana pulled her new pink clutch purse from the boot bag and put what she

could into it, leaving room for Duela's wallet.  She pulled the driver's

license out of its usual prominent spot in the wallet and buried it among

the credit cards also still in her original name.  The driver's license

with a name matched by nothing else in the wallet then took its place. 

The lack of properly named credit cards was of no consequence, since Lana

wasn't planning on buying anything she couldn't get with the cash she had

in the wallet.

 

As she was going down in the elevator, Lana knew she'd attract attention

while exiting but hoped nobody would wonder about when she had come in. 

It didn't bother her because there had to be lots of employees who

arrived in one shift and went out or left in another.  Well, looking the

way she did, it could easily just be the case of a hooker leaving after

her labor of love was completed.  As it was, the redhead bombshell

everyone ogled was wearing a satisfied grin all the way from the elevator

to the front door.  There was no point in ruining such a good face, so

Lana kept that grin as her heels clicked on the concrete and tar during

her short walk to the Planet.

 

Almost everyone at the Daily Planet knew Lana Lang from her past visits

and the time she used to spend with Clark Kent, but even so many eyes went

wide, jaws dropped and/or lips whistled as Duela pretending to be Lana

entered the building.  "Do me a favor and don't call Clark or Lois to tell

them I'm here, huh?  I want this to be a surprise," she said to all in the

entry area.

 

"I'm sure this WILL be a surprise, Lana," the Planet's blonde society

reporter Cat Grant said from the elevator buttons.  Typically for the

showoff, she was dressed sexily but nowhere near so as Lana.  Cat had on

a sleeveless light blue dress that hugged her curves like it was molded

to her.  "You've always looked sexy before, but damn, girl!  You look

ready to work the streets."

 

"Exactly, Cat!" Lana replied as she got closer.  "Can I join you going up?"

 

Just then the elevator door opened, with just one older lady walking out

slowly.  She blinked in astonishment when she saw the vision in pink, and

softly said, "Lana?"

 

The redhead just grinned and waved while Cat put her hand on the door and

said, "C'mon, slowpoke, it wants to go."

 

Lana scooted in, and as soon as the doors closed behind her Cat punched

the 5 button while saying, "What'd you do, Lana, take lessons for

additional income?"

 

The glamorous visitor grinned and told her, "Nope, Cat, I just figured I

might have started to look a bit boring, so I decided to spice things up. 

I figured I'd surprise Lois and take her out to lunch."

 

"Phew, you'll surprise her all right.  At least you won't have to fight

her husband Clark to get her out of here, he's off on some weekend jaunt

for Perry.  Stick with me as we get off the elevator and I'll cover for

you."

 

"Right, and thanks."  Just then the elevator came to a halt since nobody

else had got on to make it an express, and the doors slid open.  "Well,

here goes."

 

Cat just shook her head at hearing that, then to everyone they saw while

walking toward Lois's desk she pointed toward Lana with one hand while her

other put a finger to her lips.  Everybody grinned and nodded until the

two girls passed Jimmy Olsen, who said softly, "Sshhh?  Ssshhhit, Lana!"

 

When they got close Cat looked around, then told Lana, "As I said earlier,

no sign of Clark Kent, Lana.  Good thing it was Lois you came to see."

 

"Thanks for the escort, Cat," Lana replied.  She saw Lois at her desk in

a short sleeved white blouse and a not quite mini short black skirt.  The

reporter was typing with her face glued to the monitor.  "I'll go by

myself from here."

 

Ms. Grant shook her head.  "Uh-uh, I'm sticking to you like glue, girl. 

You stay behind Lois, and I'll go stand in back of her computer and point

at you."

 

"Ah, perfect, Cat.  Thanks again."

 

Cat just did her 'sshhh' motion and started walking toward the back side

of Lois's monitor.  Lana was thankful for the carpeted floor so her heels

wouldn't click while she herself moved into position.  As soon as Lana was

standing behind Lois in a provocative pose with nearly all eyes in the

vicinity locked on her, Cat grinned and said, "Uh, Lois?"

 

Lois just scowled at hearing Cat's voice, thinking, 'What do you want

now?'  But when she looked up, the blonde had a canary eating grin on her

face and a finger pointing behind Lois.  She'd lost track of time while

working on her story to satisfy Perry, so like nearly everyone else her

jaw dropped upon seeing the otherwise familiar redhead who looked like a

whore with a fixation on prostitute pink.  "Lana!"

 

"Hi, Lois," she said innocently, then for Cat's benefit Lana added, "I

know I'm a few minutes early, and since Clark's not here I get you.  For

some private girl-to-girl."

 

Cat made a bad face, then grinned as she turned to walk over to her own

work station.

 

Lois merely looked at Lana for a moment, then said, "You told me you were

going to dress sexy, but...WOW!"

 

"I did this partially for Perry's benefit, Lois.  What do you think he

might say about granting you two weeks off, starting early with lunch

today?"

 

"Way ahead of you," the renowned reporter replied.  "I asked for time off

this morning during the brief.  That's why I was hard at the computer

when you got here.  I'm just about finished, give me about four or five

minutes."

 

"Okay, no prob.  I'm glad you were thinking ahead."  Lana was looking over

Lois's head toward the picture window of the editor's office.  Perry White

was looking at her, so Lana pointed at herself then him, and he nodded. 

"Lois, while you're finishing, I'm going to go chat with Perry."

 

"Gotcha, but don't let him keep you long.  In fact, I'll come in to wave

goodbye and let Perry know his story's on file, then drag you out."

 

Lana petted Lois lightly on her left shoulder, then headed toward Perry

White's office.  She couldn't hear all the "lucky bastard" or similar

which was said softly by many of the males who'd been ogling Lana while

she was talking to Lois.

 

As the real Lana would have expected to hear even more than Duela playing

her role, the first words out of Perry's mouth when the door closed behind

her were, "Great Caesar's Ghost, Lana!" to which he added, "Dressed the

way you are, it's a good thing you didn't overdo your makeup.  Damn, I'll

bet every guy who's seen you has a raging hard on.  Were you planning to

give Clark a heart attack?"

 

She giggled, then told him, "Nope!  I knew Clark was going to be out, I

did this outfit to impress Lois.  I succeeded, and besides Cat Grant, I'm

raising your bet by saying a lot of the girls are getting hot right now. 

Heh!  But seriously, Perry, thanks for letting Lois have the two weeks off."

 

He motioned for Lana to take a seat while answering, "How could I refuse

her?  Lois is so good she's got all her assignments finished other than

the one she's about done with right now.  What have you two got planned?"

 

"Uh-uh, Perry," she replied, shaking her head, "girl stuff.  But you'd

better believe we're gonna have a lot of fun.  Where is Clark this

morning, by the way?"

 

"Hah!  Lois wasn't the first one to ask for some time off this morning,

Lana.  But at least he only asked for today and the weekend.  I'm glad

there's nothing major going on which I'd prefer to have my two star

reporters covering.  I can let some of the other reporters cover the small

stuff.  Say, what you're wearing isn't an example of your latest fashion

design work, is it?"

 

"No way, Perry!" she laughed.  "I just wanted to go overboard and do a

really sexy outfit for Lois."

 

"Sexy it is.  Damn, Lana, you look like a hooker."

 

"That was the general idea, Perry.  I-"  She got cut off by the door

swinging open.

 

Lois came storming into the office in her black high heels, saying, "Okay,

Perry, give her up.  I just signed off on the story.  It's time for Lana

and me to go."

 

"Okay, Lois.  Just promise me that when you come back you won't have

picked up any fashion ideas from Lana."

 

"What, you don't want me to look like a prostitute, Perry?  Hah!  Don't

worry."  Then to tease the old man, she turned to stare at Lana for a few

seconds, then added, "But, then again..."

 

"Lois!"

 

She laughed loudly, then Lois said, "Aw, c'mon, Perry, you know me better

than that."

 

He grinned, then told her, "That's just it, I do know you so well.  It's

just...with some of the outfits and costumes I know you've worn in the

past...now, you two get out of here and go have some fun!"

 

"C'mon, Lana, you heard the man," Lois said as she grabbed Lana's right

hand and pulled.  "We've been ordered to go have some fun."

 

"That we will, I'm sure.  See ya, Perry," the redhead gleefully said as

both girls headed out the door.  Then, to Lois she said softly, "I know

I've been saying I'm here to take you to lunch, but do you need any lunch

or can we just head directly to my room?"

 

"No, not really, I had a big breakfast.  As much as I want to hear more of

what's to come," Lois said more softly, "we'd better not talk until we're

in your room.  Too many ears here and out on the sidewalks."

 

"You've got that right," Lana agreed.  "I can't even think of any small

stuff to chat about."

 

Nothing more was said until they were going down in the elevator, alone. 

Lois asked, "Which hotel are you at?"

 

"The Ramada."

 

"Oh, in that case," then Ms. Lane waited until they'd both stepped out, "I

know a great place to stop and get a quick bite to eat that's along the

way there.  I just know you'll love it."

 

"Oh?" Lana replied with her eyebrows raised.  "I didn't notice any cafes or

whatever when I was walking over here."

 

"You would have if you'd stopped and looked a block down Preck where it

crossed Colonial," Lois looked around to see if anyone was within earshot,

then finished softly, "Duela."

 

"Uh-Uh, Lois.  You and I both know differently, but right now I am Lana

Lang."

 

For the rest of the short walk to Brestin's Lunch & Dinner both of the

girls kept their mouths shut.  Once inside, they were seated in a booth

near the door to the kitchen at the back wall which the owner knew Lois

liked to use.  The walls of the booth hid them from view other than for

somebody standing adjacent to it; they also effectively blocked voices,

which were also conveniently drowned out by the racket coming from the

kitchen.  After the waitress left with their order, Lois asked softly,

"I'm going to ask you this in your real name.  Duela, how is it that you

look and sound exactly like Lana herself?"

 

"It's the magic of my masks, Lois.  They can alter as little as a

person's head, or as much as their entire body.  I can set a mask in

advance to do as little or as much as I wish.  For anyone other than me,

once a mask and wig are on their head a look into a mirror will activate

the mask's magic.  A mask I'm wearing does exactly what I wish it to

do.  I haven't done it often while actually wearing a mask-"

 

The apparent Lana Lang stopped talking when she saw their waitress

approach with their salads and iced teas.  "Here you go, ladies," she

said while placing the plates and glasses on the table, along with an

extra bowl full of lemon slices she knew Lois always wanted.  "Jim told

me your sandwiches would be ready in about four more minutes, Lois."

 

"Thanks, Natalie," Lois answered as she started to squeeze first one and

then a second lemon into her tea.  When she said nothing more while

engaged in her lemons and sweetener, the waitress correctly assumed Lois

wanted to talk with her guest.  She was wondering why Ms. Lane was

interviewing or maybe just chatting with such a good looking hooker as

she headed back toward the front of the cafe.

 

"As I was saying," Lana said as the waitress was leaving, "I haven't done

it much before, but I could make the mask I'm wearing do whatever I

wish.  I could make it revert back to latex and a wig and then turn the

mask into any other face I wish.  I'd be stuck with the same hair, though,

unless I had another wig on hand."

 

"So if a person puts on one of your masks and a wig," Lois asked, "then

looks into a mirror, the mask turns into their real new face and the wig

becomes real hair?"

 

"Exactly," Lana replied.  "And, unless I've made special arrangements

beforehand, when the mask becomes their face they also assume the

identity of that face.  Then any identity related things which-"

 

Lois cut her off before Lana got to mention the effects of verbal

instructions.  "Hey!  I'm starting to get an idea of what you have in

store for the girls of the JLA," Lois told her.  "Did you have a mask in

mind to hide my own identity from them if I'm going to be helping you?"

 

"Yes, and obviously one that wouldn't control your mind.  Hey, I just

thought of another of my masks other than this one you've seen in use,

Lois.  Remember that time you were up on the Watchtower and Catwoman was

in the group pretending to be Cat Grant?"

 

"That was one of your masks Selina used?" Lois asked, then took another

sip from her tea.  "No wonder we all thought Selina was really Cat until

she took off the wig and mask which we found discarded."

 

Lana finished with her own sip, then said, "Right, one of the few masks

I never got back.  I'd arranged for Selina to have as much control over

it as-  ...oops, more later on at the hotel.  Here come our sandwiches."

 

Lois was dying to learn more, but years of experience as a reporter had

given her lots of experience in waiting.

 

Both of the girls kept their manners and didn't talk while eating, but as

soon as she swallowed her last bite Lois's guest said, "I sure am glad

you suggested stopping here, Lois.  That was one of the best Ruebens I've

ever tasted."

 

"I had a feeling you'd like it," Lois replied while dabbing her lips with

her napkin.  "Too bad you can't share the enjoyment with your twin."

 

The present Lana grinned.  "Yeah, that would be a fun twist to my masking

powers.  My mask could make the real owner of its face experience

whatever I'd wish her to, like getting the flavor of this Rueben in her

mouth.  I presume the real Lana hasn't been here very often since the

waitress didn't recognize me."

 

Lois shook her head.  "Nope, at least not that I know of.  She might have

stopped here with Clark at some point."

 

"Hmm...odds are, she never would have come here dressed like a slutty

whore, but at least I didn't do up Lana's face with wanton makeup. 

Anyway, let's finish our teas and get back to my hotel room.  Lois,

let me cover the bill."

 

"You sure you want to pay for both of us?"

 

Lana giggled.  "Lois, I presume you're not aware of my...ahem, deep

pockets.  If you've been thinking I flew here on an airliner, you're in

for a surprise."

 

"Oh, so you've got some money, eh?" Lois said with a raised eyebrow.  "I

guess that partially explains your spur of the moment acquisition of that

pink outfit."

 

"And so much more!"  Just then Natalie came in sight, and Lana said much

louder, "Could we get our bill, please?"

 

The waitress came over closer while digging into the pouch of her apron

and thinking, 'Must be a pretty active whore, or at least have well to do

customers, if she's buying lunch.'  When she got to their table, she laid

the bill in front of Lana, saying, "One bill, coming right up.  Did you

enjoy your sandwiches?"

 

"Excellent as always, Natalie," Lois said before Lana could reply.  "My

friend really liked her Rueben."

 

"I'll pass that on to Jim, Lois.  I hope you both have a good weekend."

 

"Thanks, Natalie," Lois answered, "I'm sure we will."

 

As Natalie walked off, Lois lowered her voice and said, "I'd bet she's

wondering what I'd be doing over the weekend with a redhead dressed like

a prostitute.  You wanna do the tip, too, or can I get that?"

 

Lana laughed, then said, "Yes, Lana Lang who just does design work for

cover.  She's really a promiscuous and slutty whore," she thought then

of who she was with at the moment, then added, "a promiscuous slut and

wanton lesbian whore.  If nothing else, maybe I've lowered that

waitress's opinion of you, Lois!  I've got her tip, and don't worry, I

always tip well for good service."  She opened her little pink purse,

then asked, "Lois, can you break a ten?"

 

Lois checked her own wallet, then said, "I don't have enough ones to give

you ones and a five, I've just got two fives."

 

Lana handed Lois the ten, saying, "Perfect.  Set one of those fives on

the table top for me and just give me the other one."

 

"You weren't kidding about tipping big, were you!"

 

"Nope.  I'm a firm believer in rewarding good service.  Okay, let's go

hit the register and then get to my room."

 

As they neared the Ramada a few minutes later, Lana told Lois, "It might

be better if I go back in the same way I left, alone.  Wait a minute or

so, then go on in and up to room 427.  Use the main, center elevator."

 

"Right, some of the staff might even recognize me."

 

As when she'd left, no questions were raised as the super sexy looking

Lana Lang walked through the lobby to the elevator, just eyebrows and

libidos.  When the front desk crew saw Lois Lane come in a moment later,

they wondered which of the hotel's guests she was coming to see.  The

thought disappeared as soon as the reporter did likewise with the

elevator doors closing behind her.  She found it was a really short

distance down the fourth floor hallway to 427, and knocked when she got

there.

 

The current redhead was leaving nothing to chance and looked through the

door's eye piece.  Then she unlocked and opened the door.  "Come on in,

Lois."

 

"As nice as ever, I see," Lois said while entering, "this Ramada here in

Metropolis is one of their best."

 

"It's my hotel of choice, Lois," Lana said while securing the door behind

her.  "Now then, as I was starting to say back at the cafe, I never got

that Cat Grant mask back.  I presume they've got it stowed away somewhere

in the Watchtower.  Thanks to the link I keep with all my masks, I'd know

right away if somebody else ever tried to put it on.  Selina Kyle was the

only person keyed for that mask; anyone else putting it on with a wig

would turn into another Cat Grant, blonde or otherwise, once they look

into a mirror.  Even more interesting, though, is the way that mask bonded

with Selina.  If whoever puts it on gets back to me to have it removed,

the face they will see in a mirror later will not be who they used to be,

they'll find that they're now a twin of Selina Kyle."

 

"Hah!  Keep that mask away from me, then.  Selina already turned me into

Catwoman a few years ago, but at least it was just her costume on me; it

was my own face behind that mask and cowl."

 

Lana grinned.  "I was going to ask you about that incident.  I read the

brief note you have in your costuming tales on that website."

 

"What she did," Lois explained, "was turn me into her twin, other than our

faces and hair, by having me put on one of her costumes.  Then she used

her Cat's Eye ring and hypnotized me.  I thought I was Selina Kyle and

really was Catwoman then for the better part of a day."

 

"Hmm, I wish we had that ring," the plotter told Lois.  "Hypnotizing the

JLA girls would be a good way to subdue them for the masking joke."

 

"You are doing this just as a brief April Fools joke, aren't you?  As

much as I despise the JLA at the moment, in the long run I'm sure I'll

get back in stride with them."

 

"Right, just for April Fools plus a day or two for effect," Lana

answered.  "They snubbed me from helping them as Harlequin, and I want

each of the girls to feel the same rejection I've felt."

 

"Good.  Now, as far as hypnotizing goes, I think I know a quick way to

get some mind control powers.  You know how Superman and Supergirl have a

hypnotizing super power?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"Well, back when Dhar-Nel used his Kryptonian body machine to change me

three times, he only had me become three types of Earth women.  And then

I had Superman change me into a black woman.  All just basic human

females.  Recently, Superman translated the Kryptonian writing on the

machine's controls.  It turns out invulnerability, super strength and

flying are out of the question, but the machine can infuse some of their

other powers, such as hearing and sight.  I figured we could use the

machine on me again and key in some super hypnotic powers."

 

"Wow, that'd be perfect, Lois.  I have wondered if maybe I could imbue

some hypno powers into the eyes of the mask I was going to have you use. 

Is that machine accessible?"

 

"Could you really add that kind of power to a mask?  As long as it didn't

wipe out the power from the machine, maybe the mask could make the power

even stronger.  Oh, yeah, the machine.  Superman has had it locked up

over at S.T.A.R. Labs.  I have...uh, I know where the keys are kept."

 

"Fantastic!  You wouldn't even need one of my masks then, you could get a

whole new body and face from that machine."

 

"Exactly, but if your mask can increase the power even more, that would

make it a bonus.  Maybe we can get in there tonight.  It would be easier

than on any given weekday, and even easier than tomorrow or Sunday."

 

"Would we have to worry about Superman catching on to what we're doing?"

 

Lois shook her head while saying, "I doubt it.  It turns out turning on

Bolero last night wasn't necessary.  Super Oaf is off the planet, should

be back on Sunday night."

 

"Good, I know Supergirl isn't around, either.  I had to check on her

relative to the other JLA girls.  By the way, which recording of Ravel's

Bolero was that?"

 

"An older one, from the Gotham City Philharmonic."

 

"I thought it sounded familiar," Lana replied.  "Well, let me demonstrate

now how my masks work, and in the process show you some extras I also

bought for this outfit."  She walked over to stand before the vertical

mirror, pulled off all the pink and set it aside, then released the

mask's magic.  Lois watched as her body reverted to Duela's marginally

less shapely one, but with larger breasts.  The red hair looked more like

the wig it really was, and the latex mask became obvious under it.  Duela

left them both on, and walked away from the mirror.

 

"Now watch, Lois.  This mask is ordered for me to stay myself, but I'll

narrate from the perspective of the mask changing me.  First, I'll alter

the mask a bit."  Lois saw the latex version of Lana's face become

adorned with all the extreme makeup of a wanton whore they'd been saying

hadn't been done the first time.  But that wasn't the only change the

alteration did.  Duela went to face the mirror again and see her

reflection.  "You see, Lois?  I would look into the mirror and see

myself.  Instantly the mask and wig would transform into flesh and hair,"

which they did, "and now the mask would rearrange my mind while changing

my body so that it would make me see and know that I am Lana Lang." 

 

Duela's body changed to Lana's again but, this time with the face of a

sex-crazed whore, Lana had breasts much bigger than even Duela's.  "Lana

will see her naked body, then see her costume next to the mirror and be

compelled to put it on."  Quickly the pink was put back on.  "Lana Lang

will now look in the mirror and see herself dressed in the super sexy

pink, wearing the makeup of a slutty hooker.  She knows she only does

design work as a day job to cover her true source of income as an

insatiable and wanton whore.  But Lana also knows that she's really a

super criminal with the power the mask has given her to be a villainess

who can...um...turn invisible and while invisible teleport to any place. 

As long as she's invisible nothing at all can harm her.  So if she

teleports into a hostile environment, all she has to do is stay invisible

and teleport to a place she can sense is better or anywhere else until

it's safe."

 

The now even sexier looking Lana turned away from the mirror and went to

grab one of the white bags from the bed to bring back with her.  "However,

Lana knows she doesn't have her super powers while dressed as a hooker or

any other regular clothes.  She'll find the special additions to her pink

outfit which will fully empower her."  She pulled out the thigh high

versions of the pink boots from the bag, then the shoulder length pink

gloves and the mask.  She pulled off the knee high boots and the pink

shorts, then pulled on the thigh high boots.  She pulled on the gloves,

then placed the wickedly sexy mask over her eyes which was secured by the

hooks over her ears.  Then she stood to face the mirror once again.  "Lana

knows that once she's in her villainess costume and sees herself in the

mirror, she's not just the whore named Lana Lang, she is the super

criminal called Phantom."

 

Lois was very impressed.  "Thanks!  That would be a wicked transformation

to an evil version of Lana Lang.  I can see how the mask does the

identification change, so the rest of my hypno powers would depend on your

mask magic being able to give powers like you described."

 

"I'm pretty sure I can, Lois.  I just never thought to do powers with my

mask changes in the past."

 

 

Across town, on the other side of Metropolis

 

The magical power of Duela's mask was even more capable than she imagined. 

In Lana Lang's design studio located in the west side of Metropolis, the

redheaded beauty was alone in her office chatting on the phone with the

head of one of Metropolis's modeling agencies about a showing of summer

fashions.  Suddenly her taste buds came alive with the flavor of a Rueben

sandwich.  What the?!  "Um, Maddie, I'll have to get back to you later,

something just came up here."

 

"Okay, Lana.  We're going to do lunch here in a few minutes, so call me

back after 2, 'kay?"

 

"After 2, right."  Lana hung up the phone and looked at her clock.  11:17.

 

After sitting at her desk for a minute or so while contemplating the

sudden intrusion of the taste of a good lunch, Lana got up to go over to

the sink usually used for washing hands while drawing.  She didn't have a

toothbrush, but figured rinsing her mouth might help.  There were no cups,

so she turned on the cold water and bent over to stick her lips into the

flow.  She swished her mouth three times, but the flavor was still

prominent.

 

The perplexed redhead went back to her desk and punched the button for

Josephine out at the desk near her office door, along with sliding the

switch to speaker phone.  After a few moments she heard, "Any news about

the summer show, Lana?"

 

"No, Joey, Maddie told me they were breaking for lunch there.  I'm

supposed to call her back after 2.  Hey, something's come up here I need

to try and take care of.  Joey, make sure nobody tries to come into the

office until I get back to you."

 

"Okay, Lana.  You're sure you won't want any help?"

 

Ms. Lang gave that a quick thought, but her mouth decided.  "I need to

straighten this out by myself, Joey."

 

"Right.  Good luck with whatever you need to do."

 

"Thanks.  Later."

 

The Rueben's flavor was ebbing a bit, but was oddly still present.  Lana

went back to the sink and spent a good bit of time trying to rinse out

that flavor.  It didn't help.  So she dried using paper towels, then

walked over to the only mirror in her office, a full size vertical one

meant for the use of her models.  She opened up her mouth close to the

mirror's edge, but without a flashlight there wasn't much to see.  There

was a pen light in her desk drawer, so Lana went to get it.  She had to

dig for it, but eventually held it up and flicked it on to test the

battery.

 

She went back to the mirror, and this time Lana angled the light both

directly and reflected into her mouth to try and get enough brightness to

see if there was some piece of food lodged in her teeth or whatever that

rinsing wasn't washing away.  There was nothing she could see.

 

While Lana was peering into her mouth, she noticed a sudden sensation as

if her bra was too small.  She backed away from the mirror, and saw her

face with heavy but elegantly applied makeup.  What the-?!  She looked

like a damned hooker.  Where'd that makeup come from?  Then she glanced

down.  Naked?  Now she knew why it felt like her bra was too small.  She

could easily see the much larger breasts she somehow had now.  Then she

stepped back to get a look at her whole body in the mirror.  Different,

and much more sexy looking, but at least she knew she was still Lana Lang

and not some over sexed slut.

 

In the reflection, Lana caught a glimpse of her dress and shoes piled to

her right and some pink on the floor to her left.  She turned and

crouched to check it out, and found a pair of pink boots, some suntan

pantyhose, some barely there pink shorts and a sleeveless pink leotard. 

Her left hand grabbed the pantyhose, seemingly acting on its own accord,

then Lana found herself standing and walking over to the plush chair next

to her desk.  What was going on?  She seemed mystified.  As she at the

same time both unwillingly and eagerly pulled on the pantyhose, Lana

noticed a medium sized plain cardboard box in front of her desk; she was

positive it wasn't there as she was walking over. 

 

As if her mind wouldn't let her dwell on that, Lana stood and walked back

over to the mirror in her stocking feet.  Her body was still acting as if

some other mind was controlling it, reaching down to pick up the leotard

and then put it on.  She couldn't believe the way it molded her torso as

she zipped it up in back.  It actually shaped those two massive breasts to

look even more provocative, with her nipples making definite nubs to

accent each.  The 'hot pants' were next, and they managed to make her

vaginal mound, no...the camel toe of her cunt look as alluring as her

breathtaking tits. 

 

'Good, now I can advertise my cunt as easily as my tits,' Lana thought

without even noticing her change in nomenclature and the implication of

what she was thinking.  'Now all that's left is my fuck me boots.'  She

enthusiastically slipped her feet into the boots and pulled them up to

just below her knees.  They fit like a second skin and made her feet feel

right at home in the pointed toes and five-inch stiletto heels.  Now fully

dressed, Lana looked into the mirror to make sure her sexy pink outfit was

perfect.  "Yes, indeed.  Even a perfectly shaped and over sexed slut needs

to be properly dressed to advertise herself to all her sisters.  I can't

wait to get away from this boring and shitty cover job so I can get back

to making my real money.  Or at least my semilegal real money from trying

to keep my cunt occupied with other women.  Now, as far as my highly

illegal real money, well, for that I need my super powers."

 

Lana walked back over to the box in front of her desk and opened it up. 

"Yes, I think it's time to blow this joint and start having some real

fun."  She pulled off her shorter boots and then her shorts, temporarily

piling them next to the box.  Then she pulled out her nearly crotch high

pink boots, thinking of how much more commanding, dominating and majestic

she'd look in the taller six and a half-inch heels.  She expectantly and

eagerly pulled each boot on, almost fully enclosing her legs in more sexy

pink.  Moments later, her hands and arms were also molded in shocking

pink.  All that remained was her mask, which a few seconds later was in

place covering her eyes and upper face. 

 

As she felt the power flux and surge in her body, Phantom walked back to

the mirror.  "Perfect!  Now whenever I'm visible no one will be able to

connect me with the whore they usually see or the designer identification

in which I hide."

 

Phantom picked up the yellow dress and heels, then went back to the box. 

She put these and the replaced pink goodies into the box, then picked it

up.  "Time for some fun.  But first, to visit my apartment and drop off

my box."  She blinked out of sight.

 

Outside the office door, Joey had been wondering about voices she thought

she was hearing, but her boss had told her to make sure she was left

alone.  Lana Lang's absence wouldn't be noted until Maddie called at 2:30

wondering why she hadn't called back.  By that time, Phantom was nowhere

near Metropolis.

 

 

In the Ramada

 

While she was taking off the ultra sexy pink villainess costume, Duela was

telling Lois, "It's been a long time since I've used my masks in a way

anywhere near as...well, wickedly for want of a better word, as the scene

I just described.  Hell, the JLA girls are only going to be turned into

bad girls, but just long enough for the joke.  I'm still a heroine of

course, it's just that they pissed me off so much and this is a sort of

pay back."

 

"I know exactly what you mean, Duela.  It's hardly a matter of me being an

evil minded bitch, either.  How could I be, with the husband I have.  It's

just the way he- ...Superman and the others made me look like a total fool

on national TV."  Lois saw the look on Duela's face, which could be seen

now that the wig and mask had been removed also, and said, "Uh, Duela..."

 

As she was brushing her real hair back into shape, Duela cut her off. 

"Two, maybe three times now I've heard you make a slip of the tongue,

Lois.  It's a good thing you're with a person whose friendship with you is

growing rapidly.  If my supposition is correct, it will stay between you

and me.  Was Clark not there at the Planet because he and two other JLA

guys are on that mission checking on the white Martians?"

 

Lois shook her head to scold herself, then nodded while saying, "If you

know about that bit on Mars, you must be more into the details of the

Justice League than I thought, Duela.  I only just found out this morning

where Superman went off to.  With that kind of information access, I'm

assuming you either already know or could easily find out all the

identities of the JLA members.  I must be more on edge and pissed off

myself to let those slip-ups get out."

 

"Don't let it bother you, Lois!" Duela said as she started to put her own

clothes back on.  "Like I said, it goes no further than me.  And as far

as secret identities go, I could have gotten all of them that I wished,

but just recently got all the girls' names while setting up the joke.  I

wouldn't have to look up Batman's ID, though; I've known all about the

Bat clan for a long time."

 

"Right, Duela.  Hey, getting dressed normally now?"

 

"Yep.  I was planning on taking us out to the airport to check out and

maybe try on the costumes and masks I'm setting up for the joke on the

girls.  They'd recognize me from earlier, along with my ID's and pilot's

license."

 

"Pilot's license?"

 

"You'll see, Lois.  I did make a driver's license for Lana, but nothing

else.  Now then, do you suppose the folks out at Butler at the airport

might recognize you as easily as the crew here at the hotel?"

 

"I can't be sure, but since our helo is hangared there and I ride in it

often enough, my face should be well known to at least a few of them."

 

Duela grinned while nodding.  "Exactly, but I bet they wouldn't recognize

Lana Lang, would they?"

 

"That I doubt.  Hey, wait.  Duela-"

 

"Get out of those clothes, Lois.  And don't worry, the mask is still set

to not alter its wearer's mind."

 

"Unbelievable..." Lois muttered softly as she started to strip.

 

"What?"

 

"Duela, I didn't have a mask to use, but a few years ago, even before I

got turned into Catwoman, I used makeup, a wig and clothes to become Lana

Lang and frame her.  Luckily, Superman straightened everything out and

we've been on better terms ever since.  Now, using your mask, I'm really

going to be Lana!"

 

"Just for this afternoon, at least for today, Lois."  Duela picked up the

mask.  "It's easy enough to put on, at least for me since I'm so used to

putting them on.  All you need to do is stretch open the neck and pull it

down over your head, then line up your nose and lips with those of the

mask so your eyes will also be set.  Oh, here," she went to her own purse

and pulled out a fresh hair net, "put your hair up under this first."

 

Lois took and put on the hair net, then tested the stretch of the mask's

neck.  "Just be careful with your nails, Lois, that magical latex is more

fragile than it looks."

 

"Right, thanks for the warning.  This is a lot more stretchable than I

figured it would be."

 

"Well?"

 

"Okay..."  Lois lifted the spread out neck over her head, then pulled

down with her eyes closed.  She felt her nose and then her lips fill the

moldings, then pulled the neck down over her jaw to meet her own.  Her

hands went up to fine tune the setting of her nose and lips, then she

opened her eyes.  It had worked as advertised, she could easily see Duela

through the lenses of the mask's green eyes; she was holding the red wig. 

"Go ahead and put that on for me," Lois said, her still original voice

muffled by the still closed latex lips.

 

Duela positioned the wig over the bald latex dome, then said, "I could

just make the mask change using my magic, but go ahead and do the bit with

looking into the mirror, Lois.  Don't worry, you'll get Lana's face, hair

and body, but not her mind."

 

Lois turned to look into the mirror, and realized right away that the

slutty makeup was still on the mask.  There was no time or chance to do

anything about that, because an instant later it was her real face and not

a mask that was made up like a slutty whore.  That wasn't all, she now had

those two massive breasts.  "I should have asked you to change this mask

back to the normal Lana's face and body," she said in Lana's voice.

 

"You mean your normal face and body, don't you, Lana?"

 

"Hah!  Yeah, I guess you're right, and already I'm beginning to enjoy this

look and how it makes me feel.  Now, just like what you said to me

earlier, you and I both know otherwise, but right now I am Lana Lang."

 

Duela was handing her the suntan pantyhose along with the pink leotard and

shorts, and asked, "Which would you prefer, the knee highs or the thigh

highs?"

 

She was very tempted to say she wanted the thigh high boots, but the mind

of Lois Lane knew better than to try and run around in six and a half-inch

heels.  "Knee highs, please," Lana replied as she finished pulling on the

pantyhose.  The leotard went on quickly afterward, with a brief

fascination concerning the way it handled her huge breasts, then as soon

as the shorts were on and zipped tight Duela handed her the shorter pair

of boots.  Lana sat on the end of the bed, then found out for herself just

how easy it was to pull them on.  Then she stood, and a moment later

struck a street walker's pose.  "Lesbian whore Lana Lang now set to go

with her client to the airport!"

 

"Hmm, lesbian you say, Lana?  Don't give me any ideas, bitch!"

 

Duela took most of the cards from Lana's purse to put back into her own

wallet, then handed it to Lana with primarily the driver's license and

the makeup.  "Okay, my dike pickup, let's go.  You go first, down to the

level three parking lot.  I'll follow a minute or two later."

 

Lana headed for the door, and Duela thought, 'Now it's time for you to

give them a thrill down in the lobby, especially the way you look now! 

I wonder if you came up with that lesbian whore stuff on your own, or if

the mask picked up what I said back at that sandwich shop and kept it?' 

She waited a bit, then went out the door herself.

 

As she was walking toward the elevator, the new redhead was thinking, 'I

do still have my own mind, but since I'm now in her body, I'd better start

thinking that I'm actually Lana Lang.'  Her mind went on hold more or less

while waiting for the elevator, which didn't take very long.  She got in

and pressed the button for the lobby.  'Too bad they didn't have this

central elevator going all the way down to the garage,' Lana thought as

the door was closing.  'If Duela got ogled as Lana earlier, I'm really

going to catch their eyes with this huge pair of breasts and the hooker

makeup.  I hope nobody stops me to ask about my much bigger breasts.' 

 

The door opened to the lobby at the end of that thought, with an elderly

couple standing there waiting to get on.  Lana had to suppress the giggle

that wanted to burst out; the old man was giving her an appreciative

eye, while his wife just went, "Hmmph!"  Lana resisted saying anything

like good afternoon, and just edged out past the couple to turn toward

the garage elevator.  She made sure to brush the old guy's shoulder with

her big boobs.  She made a beeline for the elevator, ignoring all the

eyes that were glued to her; she was unaware of the way in which her

mind was starting to rethink the way she called her assets.

 

After she got to the garage, to kill time while Duela was coming down,

Lana looked for a car nearby that had good reflective windows.  She was

used to seeing the real Lana's usual face, but to think that it was

actually her with Lana's massive tits and slutty whore face.  She found

a good one, and made various poses.  There wasn't anyone else nearby,

so she reached over to set her purse on the trunk and using Lana's voice

out loud while cupping her massive tits and grasping her nipples with her

fingers she said, "Damn, this set of tits and my made up face really

makes me look bad.  I really am a wanton lesbian whore, even if I was

just joking upstairs.  Heh!  To think I'm really Lois Lane, and now I'm

one really bad girl and one of the sexiest lesbian sluts that ever

lived."  She looked over toward the elevator, still no sign of Duela.

 

Lana had to wait three minutes altogether for Duela to come down and

join her in the garage.  "Sorry about that, Lana," she said, "the

elevator was busy and I had to wait for it."

 

"I bet I know why it was busy!"

 

"Huh?"

 

Lana just grinned.  "Oh, never mind.  You're here now, so lead me to

your car."

 

Now it was Duela's turn to grin.  "You're standing behind it, Lana!"

 

The whore turned, not having paid much attention before, just looking at

her reflection.  Then Lana gasped, "You got a Cadillac?"

 

"Nice, isn't it.  You'll like the interior even more.  Go ahead and get

in, I already unlocked it."

 

"Want me to drive?  You did say I have a driver's license in here."  Lana

held up her little pink purse.

 

"No, sorry.  I do have Lana Lang listed as a second driver on the

contract, but I want to do this myself.  But if you know any shortcuts,

please let me know."

 

As they were getting seated Lana said, "If we're going to the Butler

terminal, turn away from the airport on the way out of the hotel.  Then,

when we get to 613, a turn east will get us right to their gate."

 

"613?"

 

"Oops, that's what we call it locally.  If you know the roads, that's

Diplomat Avenue."

 

"Ah, okay," Duela answered, "I wish I had tried that route on the way

in.  It didn't look right on the map."

 

"Trust me, you'll see."

 

During the trip out, Duela and Lana discussed more of their costuming

adventures.  Duela and Lois's, that is.  Lana amazed the younger woman

with the extent of her costume wearing.  She also asked if Duela was

familiar with a heroine called Insect Queen.  Duela nodded, then heard

what she didn't know.  That Insect Queen was really Lana Lang.  Even

more costuming connections! 

 

As they turned into Butler's lot Duela said, "You were right, of

course, that did take less time even though it was a longer distance. 

Now, get ready to add a few more costumes to your record."

 

"I'm looking forward to seeing what you've got, Duela," Lana said as she

opened her door.

 

At the desk inside, Duela showed her driver's and pilot's licenses while

telling the clerk, "This is my friend, Lana Lang.  We're going out to my

plane to do some work inside."

 

"Okay.  Ms. Lang, could I see some ID, please?"

 

Lana opened up her little pink purse and grasped 'her' driver's license. 

"Here you go, sir."

 

"Thanks, one moment please."  Her name didn't cause any bleeps during

the security check, so he copied Lana's info onto a visitor's pass. 

Then he gave her a more careful look.  "Ma'am, keep this visible at all

times while you're on the ramp.  I'd suggest clipping it to your belt,

since...well,-"

 

Lana did giggle this time.  "I know what you mean!  Onto my belt, fer

sher!"

 

As the two girls headed toward the door, he wondered what kind of work

Ms. Dent planned with the red headed bimbo.

 

On the way out, Duela raised her voice to say, "I should have grabbed

some ear protectors, Lana.  Just do your best around all these APUs. 

I presume you're up to speed on ramp safety?  Oh, and you do know about

APUs, don't you?"

 

Lana put her lips closer to Duela's left ear and replied, "Yes, about

the ramp safety, and auxiliary power units, those little jet engines

that supply electrical power and air on the ground, and make all this

racket."

 

"Just electrical power, Lana.  We don't get bleed air from most APUs."

 

"Oh, I thought that was how the main engines got started.  Hey, look at

this purple trimmed white G4!  Wow, what a paint job!"

 

"Usually no bleed air is needed to crank the engines, we just spin them

up with the electrical power.  So you like my paint job, eh?"

 

"You've got to be kidding!  This Gulfstream is yours?"

 

"Yep!  Look at the registration, Lana.  That should clue you in fast."

 

Lana looked up at the tail.  "N2LA.  2-L-A.  Two Lima Alpha.  Oh, I get

it!  Two-El-Ah, short 'a' sound.  Your first name, almost."

 

"Yeah, and the controllers never get it because they do it the

phonetic way you did it first.  Now, let's get aboard and out of all

this noise."  Duela went over to the nose gear well and hit the button

for the door and stairs.  One of the few things the battery was vital

for.  The door opened from the top and hinged at the bottom to expose

the steps on its inner surface. 

 

After they climbed aboard Duela went to the flight deck to turn on her

own APU.  As soon as it was up and online with all lights running, she

closed the door from the accessory panel switch.  Lana was standing

behind her now, so Duela turned and said, "See that circuit breaker

panel on the wall to your right?"

 

Lana turned her head and saw the panel full of small buttons.  "Uh-huh."

 

"Okay, high toward the upper right corner, find 11A and pull it."  It

came out with a click.  "Now the outside door actuator is disabled. 

Nobody can come up to the plane and barge in on us.  It's still early,

so before we get out the costumes and play dress up, you wanna live up

to that claim that you're a lesbian whore?"

 

Lana nodded eagerly while answering, "Not just a claim, Duela.  As Lana

I feel that I truly am a real bad girl, a slut who can't get enough of

my sisters' love.  I don't know if you felt this when you were giving

the mask demo in this body, but I'm guessing when you changed the mask

to look ultra slutty and also changed Lana's tits...did I just say

tits?  Her breasts to this huge size, I think it made it so that as

Lana I feel starved for sex.  But not hetero sex.  I heard you say Lana

would be an insatiable and wanton whore, but I didn't notice you saying

anything about being a lesbian.  You must have been thinking along that

line when you changed the mask.  It's still letting me know that who I

really am, but the mask must be altering my personality and desires."

 

"Hmmm...no, I don't think I noticed that, but then I was only in that

slutty version of the mask for five or six minutes.  Do you feel okay

with how you're acting?  I could easily deactivate that mask right

away, instead of waiting until we do the costumes."

 

"Don't you dare!" Lana exclaimed.  "I hate to admit it, but I am really

enjoying the extreme sexual impulses I'm feeling as a wanton lesbian

whore.  Do any of those seats in back open up to form a bed?"

 

"Better than that, Lana.  Folded up against the starboard rear wall is

a cot nearly the size of a twin bed.  It's fully cushioned, we just

need to slide a seat forward.  Let's go, and I'll let you stay super

sexed until you need to be Lois."

 

Duela led Lana aft after putting Lana's ID on the pilot's seat, then

showed her how to release and slide the seat.  "I presume you've noticed

how the bed folds out at the bottom.  The bed frame rests on the deck,

so in effect you sleep a bit more than the mattress height from the

floor.  And yes, before you ask, this does serve as a great way to join

the 'mile high club'.  Of course, I'm almost always doing the flying so

I use it more often on the ground to get some sleep if I'm not close to

any good hotels in my travels."  She unhitched the bed and eased it down

to the floor.  "These are fresh sheets.  Go ahead and get undressed if

you wish while I go get the pillow."

 

As eager as she was, Lana had other ideas.  "Go ahead, but I'm going to

stay dressed until you're back."

 

Duela nodded and went back to the storage cabinet on the aft wall

between the two big fan engines.

 

She was already close to a strictly fantasy and expectation induced

orgasm, but as soon as Duela's back was to her Lana reached up with both

hands to fondle her huge tits (no, not breasts, tits) and then pinch her

nipples which were standing up at the front of each fleshy mound.  That

really got her juices flowing, and she had to stop before causing a

sexual explosion.  Good thing, because just as Lana let go of her

nipples Duela closed the bin door and turned to bring the pillow. 

"Well, Lana," she said, "there's no shower on this bird, but there is a

sink so we can do a makeshift cleaning.  Shall we get the sheets soiled?"

 

"Put down that pillow, then sit on the edge of the bed, Duela."

 

As soon as her hostess was on her duff, Lana crouched to pull off in an

erotic manner each of Duela's shoes, followed by her jacket, slacks, the

blouse, then finally her bra, pantyhose and panty.  She fondled Duela's

tits and nipples briefly as the bra came off, then when finished she

stood.

 

"Ooo, that was a very erotic undressing, Lana," Duela said, "shall I do

the same for you now?"

 

"I've been ready to just dive into you, but it would be best to keep the

leotard and shorts clean," Lana replied, then turned to sit on the bed

while Duela stood.

 

As she crouched Duela said, "This will be different.  I've removed that

outfit while I was in that body, now I get to do that from a different

perspective."  With that, she drew the left boot down then pulled on the

back of the boot from up behind the heel.  The right boot followed. 

Even with the hose still covering her feet, Duela kissed each of Lana's

big toes.  Then she unhooked the belt buckle and unzipped the shorts

before pulling them off Lana while she planted her feet and raised her

butt a bit.

 

Pulling off Lana's pink leotard gave Duela a perfect opportunity to

return the breast fondling, and was pleased to see Lana shudder with a

massive orgasm as she did so.  'More to come, Lana!' she thought with

glee as the pantyhose were pulled down off her legs.  With Lana's body

now totally exposed, she planted her lips on the red haired crotch that

was already wet and very hot.  Her tongue shot into the crevasse to find

a very much stiff and huge clitoris.  First she flicked her tongue

across it, then Duela went further in to clench the clit in her teeth. 

While she was there, another orgasm shook Lana and she drank in the

latest flow of female juices.  Very tasty!  While her teeth were still

biting her clit, Duela raised her hands up to pinch Lana's nipples. 

Three in a row, this girl was really hot!

 

Duela lost any further chance to make Lana cum, as the redhead grabbed

her and turned her over underneath herself.  In short order her own clit

was being eaten while first her hips and then her breasts were fondled

by Lana.  It did take a bit longer since she was more or less a normally

sexed female, but Lana had Duela shuddering in the first of two orgasms

to her satisfaction. 

 

It went back and forth for another thirty or so minutes, then Duela

said, "I don't know about you, but I'm totally exhausted now."

 

Lana shook her head.  "Not me, I'm still ready to cum a lot more!"

 

"Save that energy, then," Duela replied.  "We might find some ways to

have fun while we play the roles of the various daughters.  While you're

still in that mask, go on up to the sink on the port side and rinse

yourself off.  Then I'll take off your mask so you can wear other masks

as Lois Lane."

 

"Aw, do I have to change?  Why can't I just stay as a sexual weapon and

put the other masks over this face?"

 

'What the hell has happened to Lois?' Duela thought.  "No, that could

work but it's safer to just put a mask over your own head."

 

"Oh, okay," Lana replied dejectedly.  She went forward to wash up while

Duela stripped the sheets (now very much soiled!) and put the cot back

up.  As soon as Lana came back looking and smelling much better, Duela

went to wash up herself.

 

When she got back to where Lana was standing, Duela worked her magic to

turn her hair into a wig and her face into a latex mask.  "Go ahead and

take off the wig and then your mask."

 

With abandon Lana reached up to yank off the red wig, then more

carefully she reached under the latex along her throat to start lifting

it up and then off her head.  Lois shook her hair to loosen it up after

the wig cap was off, then she handed the three items to Duela.  There

was a wicked looking grin on her lips.  "Uh, Duela, shouldn't I have lost

that feeling of being a really bad girl and a wanton lesbian whore after

that mask came off?"

 

"You mean you still feel that way, Lois?"

 

"Yes, and I sure am glad!"  Nothing more was said, but Duela wondered

just how her partner had picked up the tendencies in her own personality

and not just while masked.  It would have to wait for later, since it

didn't seem to be a problem and Lois seemed happy.

 

"Okay, Lois.  Maybe that will increase what you get from wearing the

masks and costumes of the criminal daughters the JLA girls are to

become.  I've got the costumes and stuff in those boxes you might have

noticed halfway back around the seats.  Let's go check 'em out."

 

Duela led Lois to the boxes, and upon opening each said, "What I have

planned is for Hawkgirl to become Riddler's Daughter, Huntress to be

Scarecrow's Daughter, Wonder Woman to be Catwoman's Daughter or more

easily Catgirl, Black Canary to become Joker's Daughter and Zatanna to

be Penguin's Daughter."

 

Lois thought for a moment, then said, "Don't you think it might be more

appropriate for Wonder Woman to become the obese Penguin's Daughter?  I

also think it would be better in that case if Zatanna was to become

Joker's Daughter and let Black Canary turn from a bird to a cat."

 

Duela started to think about the suggestions, then said, "Those are

good suggestions, Lois, thanks.  I should have thought about the

reversal for the Amazon and the sort of reversal for Black Canary. 

But while Penguin is obese, it was my body seen on his daughter, so

Wonder Woman will have the Penguin's face but still have a very shapely

body.  Still good for her, though.  And you'll be in for a surprise with

Scarecrow's Daughter.  Originally it was just me under that crone mask,

but for Huntress I've made a very special change.  How would you like to

become Catgirl to see how Black Canary will look?"

 

"Hah!  Sure, I've already been Catwoman, so now I get to try out being

her daughter!"

 

"Okay, but first let me show you how Zatanna will look and change into

the first of the daughters I became back then."  Duela put on another wig

cap, then lifted the Joker's Daughter mask up over her head to pull it

into position.  She added the curly green wig over the wicked clown face,

then activated her magic to turn them both into the real thing.  Then

came the purple pantyhose, the bright green long sleeved blouse with a

wide collar, the purple pants with thin black stripes that had loops

going under her feet to keep them tight, the golden yellow vest, the

purple jacket and finally the wrist length purple gloves.

 

"Lois, you might have noticed the loops at the bottom of these slacks. 

Originally they went under the heels of my shoes instead of under my

feet themselves.  But with the newest version of this costume, they

don't matter."  Duela...er, Joker's Daughter reached over to the box

holding all the new pairs of boots and pulled out the knee high purple

ones with stiletto heels twice the height of the costume's original

three-inch heeled shoes.  She unzipped them and sat to pull each on

then zip them back up to hug her ankles and calves tightly.  "Well,

what do think of this new look?" she said while standing back up.

 

"From what I remember of the pictures back then, this costume looks a

lot sexier and more wicked looking with those boots instead of the

shoes.  I recall the knee high block heeled boots Catgirl had, and I

can't wait to see what you have in mind now."

 

"You're about to find out, Catgirl!"  Joker's Daughter quickly pulled

another wig cap over Lois's hair, then picked up the most beautiful of

all the daughters masks and pulled it down over her head.  The long

black wig which fell to her waist followed, and since Lois wasn't

supposed to really turn into Catgirl using a mirror, the magic was

invoked again.  She now looked gorgeous and much younger, and was

handed a purple colored G-string panty which barely covered her mound. 

Then she was handed a long sleeved dark purple dress with a deep V to

expose her cleavage and a slit up the left side to expose almost all of

that leg.  Joker's Daughter handed Catgirl her cowl, which got put on

to cover her head and hide her gorgeous identity.  Next she was given

the knee length green cape that framed the cleavage exposing V of the

dress. 

 

"Now for your new boots, Catgirl.  See the way that skirt lets almost

all of your left leg to be seen?  Forget about showing off that flesh,

girl."  Two black boots got pulled from the box, and they just seemed

to keep on coming!  Joker's Daughter held them up, and Catgirl saw that

they were also adorned with incredibly high heels; just how far up her

legs would those boots go?  Just one way to find out.  She took them

from her teammate's hands and unzipped them before sitting down.  She

slipped her feet into the high arches of the boots' bottoms, then pulled

up the zippers to draw each one tightly to her legs almost all the way

to her purple G-string.  So instead of the slit of her costume dress

showing off the flesh of her legs, it now showed off the gleaming black

which covered them.

 

"Meowwrrrr, these boots are just to die for, Joker's Daughter!"

 

What the?  Lois hadn't used a mirror, was she still getting the

personality of Catgirl?  "I hope you're just getting into your latest

role, Catgirl, and not really turning into her."

 

"No, but this is the purrrrrfect costume for the canary!  Too bad it's

just my own talon fingernails instead of clawed gloves like Catwoman had

for her costume."

 

"I hadn't considered changing the costume to add gloves besides the new

boots.  Do you think they would make it even better?"

 

"Oh, yes!" Lois as Catgirl answered.  "Maybe we should look for some

wicked dominatrix gloves when we go looking for a costume for me to wear."

 

"Okay, why not?" Duela as Joker's Daughter replied.  "Now, before you

decide to jump on me and have sex as Catgirl, which daughter would you

like to try next?"

 

"Meowwwrrrr, I'm perfectly happy being Catgirl.  I'll just wait to see the

other costumes and boot variations on the JLA girls.  Is that bed still

ready for action?"

 

"No, I already put it up and threw the sheets into what I call the laundry

bin back there.  Let's wait until after we've gotten back to my room to do

any more fun on a bed, okay?"

 

"You don't want to know how hot and wet I am now.  But I guess I can

wait.  Oh, and we'd better go looking for my costume in Gotham City.  I'd

be too easily recognized here in Metropolis."  Catgirl smirked.

 

"Exactly what I was thinking.  I saw something I think would be perfect

for you while I was getting the pink outfit last night.  Wait til you see

it!"  Duela did her magic to reverse the mask and wig she was wearing, and

as she started to remove Joker's Daughter's boots, she undid the magic for

Catgirl.  The two costumes and boots were put back into their respective

boxes to await their next wearings, and then while Duela put on her own

clothes again, Lois put on the Lana mask and wig followed by the sexy pink

outfit that made her feel so special.

 

When they eventually got back inside the FBO's terminal, Lana handed in her

visitor's pass with a big grin on her face.  That same clerk was still on

duty, and he really started to wonder now what the girls had been up to out

on the plane.  He would have to just guess and fantasize, not knowing just

how close to reality he was getting.

 

This time the trip to the hotel was spent discussing just how the two girls

would trap and change the girls of the JLA.  As both Lana in the mask and

Lois herself had been inadvertently turned into evil thinking bad girls,

Lana suggested using five small spray devices at foot level near the

entrance of the building Duela had selected, with each one filled with a

distinctive chemical makeup that they could track from their hiding place

and watch where each of the heroines went.  She figured they might be able

to get them while they were at S.T.A.R. later on to get vision powers and

possibly a new body to go with them for Lois.  Duela was liking very much

that she had selected Ms. Lane to be her accomplice for the joke.

 

When the girls got back to the Ramada, the parking lot was more full since

it was getting later in the afternoon.  They went two more levels down to

find more spaces, ending up not quite as close to the elevator as before

but not a long walk.  Duela went first, and Lana knew the drill to wait a

bit before going up herself.  As she watched Duela go into the elevator,

Lana figured she should take advantage of the car's great reflective

windows again while waiting.  First she looked around to see if anybody

else was in sight, then after seeing nobody she looked herself right in

the eye.  God damn she was good looking as the slut she was.  "I may truly

be Lois Lane, but I'm not just a bad girl, I'm a lesbian slut that knows

she has a wicked personality.  Yes indeed, I'm a true criminal as a

lesbian prostitute and villainess to make the JLA girls suffer!"  She

grinned at the idea of actually being the bitch she'd just told herself

she was, without knowing that Duela's mask was implanting those traits on

her brain for real.  Duela should have been upstairs by now, so Lana went

to the elevator herself.

 

On the way up, she was able to catch a fuzzier reflection in the doors of

elevator.  She grinned wickedly, making her slutty face take on a demonic

look.  "You are the queen of sin, you bitch!" she told her reflection. 

The ding of the elevator arriving at the fourth floor broke her

concentration, but the mask had already added this to what it was

imprinting on its wearer's mind.  As she strutted out of the elevator to

walk down the hallway, Lana didn't realize what a conceited and strong

image she was projecting.  No one was in the hallway to see the display

from this slutty bitch.

 

She tapped on Duela's door and was allowed in at once.  "Go ahead and

start taking off your Lana outfit and I'll undo the mask for you.  What

time did you want to get to S.T.A.R. Labs?" Duela asked.

 

Lana started to pull off her boots first while answering, "It gets really

slow there after 7 pm.  To get the keys, we should leave here by quarter

after 6.  I know a couple of the technicians who'll be on duty, and they

should be able to help us with those chemical ID sprays."

 

"Okay, that means we have a couple of hours to kill here.  I'm all for

some more bedroom fun if you want, and the restaurant down in the lobby

is supposed to have some awesome steaks.  Here, let me take off your wig

and mask."

 

Once she was the brunette reporter again, Lois smiled and told Duela,

"That means I get to eat you out for an hour or so before eating some

steak.  You'd better get your ass undressed, bitch!"

 

Once again, Duela became worried about this different behavior from

Lois.  But for the time being, her demeanor was perfect for what was

being planned.  So Duela quickly got out of her clothes and pulled down

the blanket and top sheets of the bed so she could hop in.  Lois was on

top of her a split second later, and even without her Lana mask seemed

to be a sexual typhoon.  This time Duela was brought to orgasm a lot

faster and even more often as Ms. Lane seemed to be almost raping her,

female to female.  The mask had to have given her some benefit of the

changes for Lana!

 

Lois did allow Duela to return the favor to a degree, but for nearly the

entire time in that bed Duela was being administered to by the definitely

more single minded and slutty lesbian her partner had become. 

 

Both girls showered before doing dinner, and Lois borrowed some of Duela's

panties to be able to have fresh ones on after washing.  The rest of what

she'd started the day with was still fine for wearing.  Duela went a bit

more feminine than what she wore to fly, using one of the skirt and blouse

combinations from her overnight bag.  She practically glowed in the bright

yellow of her blouse.  Duela had her own toothbrush in the overnight bag,

and Lois utilized the simple one provided by the hotel to clear their

mouths of sexual flavors before going downstairs for steaks.

 

"Duela, do you have any more mask forms you could change into a specific

face?" Lois asked.

 

"No, just that Lana mask, Lois.  Why?"

 

"Well, if I get myself a new body and face while we're at S.T.A.R., a mask

of my own face right now would allow us to get back out more easily."

 

"Hey, I hadn't thought of that.  Good catch, Lois.  I don't think we need

Lana anymore, so hang on a sec before going down to the restaurant." 

Duela went over to the slutty looking mask, concentrated for a moment, and

watched as the mask changed from looking like a slutty Lana to the woman

standing close to her.  "Just one problem now, Lois.  I don't have a wig

anything like your hair."

 

"Ah, but I do, Duela.  When we go over to get my keys, I'll grab the wig

I got a few years ago for when I had to cover the stubble I ended up with

after a trick played by Lex Luthor."

 

"Hey, this is turning out to be perfect, Lois!  Sorry, but I can't picture

you with a crew cut."

 

"It was worse than a crew cut, Duela.  Think a guy who's a few days behind

on his shaving.  That's what my head looked like then.  And I couldn't see

just throwing away that wig.  Now, let's go eat!"

 

Dinner itself proved to be just as good as predicted, with the steaks and

vegetables being especially tasty.  "You realize I'll have to go on a

starvation diet for the next few days after this meal," Duela told Lois

while the server was taking her credit card to the register.

 

"The red meat is good for you, Duela, and that ten ounce portion wasn't

all that big," Lois replied.  "I doubt you have anything to worry about

concerning your weight or your waistline.  Besides, you'll probably walk

off the calories later tonight when we go to S.T.A.R."

 

"Walk?"

 

"Right, we won't park right next to the building.  Probably at the lot

that's two blocks away."

 

Duela smiled.  "Two blocks isn't that far a walk, Lois."

 

"It is when you find you'll have about three more blocks to walk inside

the building, Duela!  S.T.A.R. is a lot bigger inside than most people

figure.  Just be glad they don't have the size of the Pentagon.  THAT's

walking."

 

"Heh, I've heard about getting around in the Pentagon, Lois.  Well, shall

we get over to your place to get the keys?"

 

"Yes, lets.  It's not that far, really, but traffic can be a bitch on

Friday evenings.  That's why I wanted to allow as much time."

 

"I presume you're not close enough to walk and avoid the traffic, are

you?" Duela asked.

 

"Yes and no, Duela.  We could walk, but unless traffic is tied up by an

accident or whatever, going by your car would be better.  Let's get going."

 

"As soon as I get my card back, Lois.  Ah, here she comes now."

 

"Here you are, Ma'am.  I trust you both enjoyed your dinners tonight?"

 

"You don't see us scowling, do you?" Duela joked.  "I feel like I don't

have to eat for another few days right now, but for that great tasting

steak it was well worth it."

 

"Thanks, you two have a nice evening," she said before turning to handle

other customers.

 

The girls walked a bit more slowly over to the elevator and thence to the

car after such a good meal, but already started to feel better as the

walking loosened them up.  Traffic was slow and a bit tied up, but the

trip to the condo tower in which Lois and Clark lived ended with finding a

good parking space only a block away.  "Too bad you couldn't just pull into

one of our spaces here, Duela.  But they're really strict about illegal

parking."

 

"No worse than in most of Gotham City, I'm sure," Duela replied.

 

"I haven't been there often enough to get a good feel for that, Duela. 

Now, with Clark gone for a few days, I should be able to get the keys

without any worry."

 

On the way up to her unit, Lois was greeted by a number of the other

occupants.  Most were a bit puzzled by her less jovial answers and total

lack of wave returns.  Duela was starting to know what to expect and

didn't let it phase her.

 

As expected, Duela saw a very neatly arranged and clean condo when they

got there.  She looked around at the various photos hanging on the walls

and resting on the table in the living room while Lois went to get the

keys.  It didn't take long at all, and her partner came into the living

room swinging a set of keys in her left hand and a black wig in her

right.  "Presuming I get recognized and they let us in the front door, we

now have just what we need to work with the body machine at S.T.A.R."

 

"You don't expect them to have any problem with me being with you, do

you?"

 

Lois shook her head.  "My vouching for you should be enough, Duela.  Just

let me do most of the talking, okay?  Oh, and your purse is bigger than

mine.  Wanna take this wig in your purse, along with that mask?"

 

"Of course, to both questions.  Well, shall we go to get you a new body

and some super hypnotic powers, Lois?"

 

"Yep!  Let's hope traffic is no worse than it was for getting here."

 

Between following the directions Lois was giving and at the same time

dodging taxis and other cars flitting in and out of spaces along the

way, Duela found the drive to the labs being a lot more of a hassle. 

But apparently Lois's planning was correct, for as they approached the

front door after hiking from the parking lot, it was a few minutes after

7 in the evening.

 

Lois punched in the code she'd been given long ago to open the outer door,

and once they were inside she waited for the expected query over the

intercom.  Sure enough, "Good evening, Lois.  What brings you here this

evening?"

 

Lois recognized the voice.  "Hi, Mike.  I've got an associate with me, and

I'm hoping some of the guys in the chemicals division can help us with a

problem."

 

"You know the way, Lois.  Make sure your visitor stays with you, please."

 

"Of course, Mike.  Thanks, and would you please let the guys know I'm

coming?"

 

"Already working on it, Lois.  Enjoy your walk."

 

"See, Duela, I told you it was a long walk in this place!"

 

"And I presume that long walk is going to be a key part of our diverting

to the body machine on the way out?"

 

"Exactly.  Now, like Mike said, stay close with me."  Lois went through

the doors into the hallway, and Duela did see her point about the

seemingly extreme length.  It took them about twelve minutes to walk all

the way to the chem labs.

 

Lois tapped on the door when they got there, and it was answered by a

young blonde haired guy.  "Hi, Lois.  What did you need us to try and set

up for you?"

 

"Evening, Thad.  This is my friend Duela.  Duela, this is Thad Michaels,

and he's a chemical genius.  Thad, I hope you can set me up with five

small spray units that each have a distinct formula so a sensor device

can track where each person sprayed has gone."

 

"Oh, that's an easy one, Lois.  I won't ask who you're trying to track, it

must be important to you.  Give me about fifteen minutes, and you'll be

all set."

 

When he turned to go into the lab, Lois told Duela, "See, I told you he

was a genius at this stuff!"

 

"I really lucked out when I asked you to help me, Lois!  This is starting

to really seem like a workable joke now."

 

"I'm beginning to really get into my role as a villainess for this joke,

Duela," Lois replied.  "I find myself becoming more and more eager to turn

the JLA girls into evil daughters."

 

"You make it sound like a really serious change instead of a joke, Lois."

 

"Hah!  If we get the girls all changed and for some reason they stay that

way, I sure wouldn't let it bother me.  Let's find something to read until

Thad comes back."

 

Lois was sure sounding different from earlier in the day, and Duela

wondered what had made this change in her partner.  But even if she was

changing, it sure was helping for the prosecution of the joke.  While Lois

started on a Time magazine, Duela found a collection of mystery short

stories.  'Almost like a doctor's office, they must do a lot of business

here,' she thought.

 

Both girls had their faces buried in what they were reading when Thad came

into the waiting room with a box in his hands.  "This should be just what

you need, Lois," he said.

 

As she started to look into the box, he added, "Those sprayers are so

small I doubt anyone would notice them, even in daylight.  If you do this

at night, no way would they be noticed.  Now, this little jewel," he held

up a magazine sized plastic box with a big window in the upper portion,

"will be able to detect anywhere within a mile's distance where the person

who got sprayed is.  You could lay a grid over the window, say if you have

a definite location, and know in which room each person is at the moment."

 

"Wow, thanks a lot, Thad.  This is just what I needed.  Now I owe you one."

 

"Aw, don't sweat it, Lois.  This was a fun training exercise for the gang

in my lab."

 

"I'll still keep you and the others in mind, Thad.  Now, we're going to

take our time in getting back out, since there's no hurry now."

 

"Hah!  Yeah, walk slow instead of at a racing pace, Lois!  See you next

time, and have a good weekend."

 

"I'm sure I will, Thad, thanks.  Bye, for now.  Duela?"

 

"I'm right with you, Lois."  As soon as Thad was out of earshot, Duela

added in a lower voice, "I can't believe how we just got this system laid

in our laps, Lois!"

 

"S.T.A.R. does come in handy, Duela.  Now, let's walk fast, at a racing

pace even, to the room at the other end of the building where Superman

has the machine locked up."

 

With the hour of night, as Lois had predicted they saw very few others as

the girls made haste toward the unit.  Everyone waved since they recognized

Ms. Lane, and she did her best to act like she cared.  When they finally

arrived at the nondescript door which opened to alien wonders, Lois looked

around to make sure nobody was watching.  There were no cameras in this

part of the building since its only visitors were trusted beyond belief. 

That trust was being broken now.  Lois had Duela hold the box while she

used her keys to open the door. 

 

It was of course quite dark, so Lois flipped on the lights.  She went

further into the section and turned into a smaller locked up section. 

Another key opened this door, and after the lights came on a big box

like an over sized refrigerator came into view.  "That's it, Duela,"

Lois said.  "Let me get the details set up on the control panel, give

me a minute or two, kay?"

 

"Take your time, Lois.  As long as nobody comes looking for us we should

have all the time you could need."

 

As Duela walked away, Lois decided doing a new body was even better than

just doing the eye powers.  She set the controls for a statuesque body

with cartoonish seeming tits and an almost impossibly proportioned rest

of the figure.  She selected a face to imply total evil, along with long

straight black hair.  Then she accessed the part of the panel unknown

until recently, and set up super sight powers for unbeatable hypnotic

power.  In use, her eyes would alter from normal blue to an alien

appearing purple that glowed. 

 

Even if it would have been fun to go shopping for a wicked looking costume

later on, Lois decided to go ahead and use the machine's ability to

generate clothing, too.  She selected what her new persona would wear, an

ankle length sleeveless black dress made from a silky material and a

matching cape that would fall to the back of her knees.  Since she'd asked

for them on the Catgirl costume earlier, she also gave the outfit opera

length black gloves, with black fingernail talons.  Of course, she had to

be wearing something on her feet, and after her experience in the plane

with Catgirl's new boots, Lois set the machine for heels even higher but

the boot tops not going quite as high, just to a bit over her knees. 

Finally, without even noticing what she was doing, Lois added a

personality to go with the face.  If she felt wicked right now, in her new

body she'd be evil personified.

 

Since she was going to have to get out of the building as Lois Lane

afterward, she took off her black heels, her short black skirt and her

white blouse, then her bra, pantyhose and panties and set them on the

counter top.  Then she activated the timer and stepped into the machine. 

As soon as she clicked the door closed, the timer started.  With her

past experience in this machine, Lois was expecting all the sensations

that filled her body once the process started.  She felt the way her

waist shrank and her hips and legs reshaped themselves, along of course

with her tits ballooning outward.  Then she felt her feet change their

angle as the boots formed.

 

A moment later, the changes were finished.  She stepped out, and said,

"Duela?"

 

This was a new voice that Duela heard, which was more or less expected. 

But when she came upon the demoness in black standing in front of the

body machine, Duela gasped.  "Lois?  Is that really you?" she said weakly.

 

"Lois?  Who's Lois?  My name is Ms. Mesmera."

 

"Oh, wow.  You've outdone yourself on this new body.  I guess we won't

have to go find some clothes for you now.  With your face looking as evil

as it does, I'll have to duplicate that when I make the mask to increase

your hypno powers."

 

"You'd better.  Now I have to find a way to carry out my costume after

your mask changes me back to Lois."

 

Duela looked into the box she was holding.  The dress, cape and gloves

would be easy, but those boots?  "Uh, by any chance could you wear those

boots out with your Lois clothes?  Your dress, cape and gloves can fit in

this box."

 

"I do still have the same size feet if everything else about me has

changed.  We'll just have to hope nobody notices the different footwear

for Lois as she's leaving."

 

'Lois must have really set the machine for big differences,' Duela

thought, 'she's referring to her real self as a different person now.' 

She did a quick alteration of the mask in her purse so that besides not

altering her mind it wouldn't affect her eye powers, then said, "Maybe

you could use your hypnotic powers on anyone who challenges us."

 

"As long as that Lois Lane mask doesn't take them away."  Ms. Mesmera

quickly pulled off her gloves, cape and dress, then handed them to Duela. 

It had been partially noted while the dress was on, but it was now that

she was naked that Duela finally realized just how exaggerated her new

body was.  What a figure!

 

"You may have some difficulty getting all that hair up under the wig cap,"

Duela said while handing it to the vixen. 

 

"Just you watch."  The long black hair was gathered and then piled up on

top of her head.  The wig cap easily covered it.  "See?  Now, give me that

mask."

 

The neck of the mask was spread out over Mesmera's head, and then it got

pulled down over it.  "Now give me that wig."  Moments later, the magic

was invoked by Duela and Lois Lane was back, including her less than

imposing body.  She looked a bit odd standing there in the super sexy

black boots.  But though the mask had altered her face and body, it had

done nothing to alter her mind nor her super powers.  She walked over to

where Lois's clothes had been placed and put them on.  She handed the

shoes to Duela to add to the other items in the box.  "Are you okay

carrying that box now that it's a lot heavier?"

 

"It's not that heavy, I can manage.  That way you'll be free to challenge

anyone who comes upon us on the way out.  By the way, you'll have to wear

that mask again tomorrow when we go out to the airport to leave."

 

"I know, I'll have to put up with being Lois Lane for the time being and

again tomorrow.  Let me get this place locked up again, then let's get the

hell out of here."

 

The settings on the machine were all cleared from its memory, then the

process for coming in was reversed, with lights going out and locks being

set as they went.  No one became the first victim of Ms. Mesmera's powers

as the pair started back out to their car.  Mesmera actually felt a bit

disappointed.

 

Ms. Mesmera pumped Duela for more details about the building in which she

planned to trap and change the JLA girls as they drove back toward the

Ramada.  It had been selected due to its being recently abandoned during

the economic flattening, and from the way Duela described it, she figured

making a grid or floor map to lay over the display of their new tracker

would be simple.  She also told Mesmera about the van with heavily tinted

windows she'd gotten for the girls that was parked outside the building. 

By the time they arrived, Mesmera had the details of the mission locked in

her mind.  She was ready to execute the mission right away, it was just a

matter of making Duela agree with her now.

 

When they got into the hotel garage this time, Duela suggested, "Lois, for

walking through the hotel I'd recommend taking off your boots and

wearing your shoes.  You could just leave your boots in the car."

 

"I see your point," the villainess who seemed to be Lois answered.  "Go on

in, and the time it takes to change from boots to shoes should be a good

gap in time to separate us."  Duela nodded, then got out of the car. 

After she was alone and with a sneer that would have looked much more

appropriate on the face of her true alter ego, Lois said, "Leave my boots

in the car?  I don't think so."  After she'd switched, the boots were laid

on top of the pile in the box, taking care to keep the heels away from the

fabric of her dress and cape.  It looked interesting when she carried the

box through the lobby with the sexy looking black boots plainly visible on

top.

 

As soon as she was in the room, Lois told Duela, "I'm getting really tired

of pretending to be plain old Lois Lane."

 

It was as she heard this that Duela noticed the boots resting on top of

the box's contents.  "So you really prefer being Ms. Mesmera, then?"

 

"Of course!  Why should I want anything to do with being the normal and

simple Lois Lane when I can be the super villainess called Ms. Mesmera?"

 

Duela merely thought Lois was getting more totally into the upcoming role

she'd play for the April Fools joke in two weeks.  She had no idea how

serious the situation was becoming.  Her partner picked up and held the

boots in her left hand, while her right hand went out to frame her body. 

"These boots are much more appropriate for me.  I don't intend to wear

this mask and wig any longer than it takes to leave this hotel and go

through security at the airport.  Once it's off, I will never again put

on this face."

 

This did get Duela wondering.  It was more serious than she thought.  Her

concentration was off during this pondering, and she failed to notice the

way her accomplice set the boots down and then moved to be directly in

front of her.

 

When Duela finally noticed she was face to face with her, she was amazed

to see Mesmera's icy blue eyes instead of the normal blue eyes of the

Lois Lane mask.  It was already too late.  Those same eyes took on an

eerie purple glow, and the masker's mind seemed to lock up to her but

in reality was opening up completely to the mind twister.  "Duela Dent,

you are in no way a young woman who could be considered to be heroic. 

Just the opposite, you are truly an evil minded woman with an attitude to

match mine.  You will work with me as the super villainess called Mask

Maven.  We are not going to go home to Gotham City tomorrow, we will go

tonight."  Her eyes reverted back to their icy blue, then finally back to

baby blue.

 

"Mesmera, why don't you try getting your boots packed while I call to set

up a flight plan," Duela said right away.  "I've changed my mind, we're

going to fly home this evening.  We can get going as soon as I get checked

out here."

 

"Okay, Duela.  And like I said, this is going to be that last time I wear