Got a bit of mojo back, sorry for taking so long.

It is remarkable what men will sacrifice to protect the women they love. I find him cleaning the garage, tidying away my tools.

"There's my little bird," I smile, watching him slave away, studying him careful to make sure he isn't attempting to utilise the explosive compounds, but mostly to admire the waggle of his ass within the spandex costume. "I was beginning to think you had flown your cage. And you know that wouldn't end well for your beloved Louis." I pat the detonator on my belt lightly.

"Si, senor," he whispers.

There wasn't a scalpel on earth that could pierce that iron hard flesh. He had done it all himself, at my command - his powerful kryptonian intellect skimming through every medical textbook, making him an unparalleled surgeon overnight; his own laser vision carving the skin open for the silicone orbs to be implanted inside his chest, the flesh sealing scarlessly over them in an instant.

Those beautiful brown eyes were so versatile. I'd watched as he'd raked them over his own body, incinerating each and every hair follicle until his skin was smooth and feminine. Then he'd penetrated deeper, carving away muscle, melting away what little fat he'd had on his adonis physique to by transplanted elsewhere. Lastly he'd set them to a wide beam, tanning his pale skin a gorgeous golden brown until I was completely satisfied with the appearance of my new latina maid.

"Was I really the only man to realise your true identity?" I ask, stepping over him. "A pair of glasses... Such a pathetic disguise, and yet it fooled all of Metropolis. So at least I be assured that nobody will recognise you like this."

"Si, senor," he whimpers.

I run hand over his rump - soft, fleshy and ripe, and his withered manhood barely a nub between them. So kryptonian anatomy was compatible with human hormones, assuming the estrogen dosage was high enough.

"You should be grateful. If all it took was kidnapping your wife to make you my slave, imagine if somebody less upstanding than me had acquired you. They might have used you for evil. Whereas all I want to use you for is... well, you know what..."

He stares at the bulge tenting my pants, his resistance melting away as he sees the detonator. He licks his lips, opening his mouth as he reaches for my belt.