Part 1:
![Super Secretary [Superman to Secretary] Forced Fem by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dg9rn5g-5e10b82d-d6f3-4e35-a2fc-5ca8a2a14f29.png/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/super_secretary__superman_to_secretary__forced_fem_by_transviscera_dg9rn5g-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTQ4NiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGc5cm41Zy01ZTEwYjgyZC1kNmYzLTRlMzUtYTJmYy01Y2E4YTJhMTRmMjkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTIzOTAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.sE0vLANWakvFv5NLHrb7fqf5376h9oo-Dyj86co--WA)
Lois Lane was looking particularly beautiful this morning, Jimmy thought, as the reporter strode into his office. She had that intense expression, the dark fire in her eyes she got whenever hunting the hottest new scoop. Now that look was fixated on him.
"Soooo. The editors desk?" she cooed, tracing a fingertip along the mahogany wood above his lap. "Just flying up the ranks, aren't we, James?"
Jimmy smiled. "My secretary is really the wind beneath my wings. Behind every great man is a... super woman."
"Oh, don't be so modest. I love a man who knows what he wants, and how to get it," Lois laughed. Abruptly, her expression turned cold as shee turned to the aforementioned secretary quietly reapplying her eyelinger at her desk. "Do you mind? The adults are having a conversation here. Why don't you go paint that on with a shovel somewhere else?"
Cindi's gasped, eyes sparkling with betrayal. Then with a girlish huff, she gathered her makeup and waddled away to the ladies' bathroom with a squeak-squeak of her tightly skirted ass.
"A little cruel, weren't you?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh, please. You think a skank like that cares what people think of her? Dressing like that?" Lois scoffed. "I clawed my way up in this industry with my brains, and she thinks she can just suck her way to success?"
She turned back with a sickly sweet smile, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "... That being said..."
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Engrossed in his makeup, Superman didn't notice his boss siddling up behind him until he felt his hand.
"Move Miss Lane up to page two, Cindi, there's a good girl."
Clark snapped his compact makeup mirror shut. "Yes, Mr Olsen."
"And make a restaurant reservation while you're at it. Miss Lane will be dining with me tonight."
"Of course, Mr Olsen."
"Wonderful. Oh. One more thing. A hotel room. For two."
Clark's plump, painted lip quivered. "... y-yes, Mr Olsen."