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Lacey Taylor rolled her eyes at the so-called Superman's demand. One second a dorky looking news reporter had stood in the doorway before running, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the Man of Steel himself stood there. Lacey could hardly believe that disguise would fool anyone or that someone would try such a juvenile attempt at subterfuge. It belonged in the pages of children's comic book or cartoon, not real life. 

"Change her back, Lacey," Superman said, defiantly, "you can't just go around turning people into whatever you like."

Lacey tutted as loudly as she could. Of course she could transform whoever she liked! Lois Lane had earned her place as a plump goose and it was Lacey's birthright to use her powers. She would not be denied it by some self important egotist who couldn't even put his underwear on right. Underwear goes on the inside, you silly boy. 

"You have the outlook of a child. No wonder they call you the big blue boyscout. 'We should all just be super friends and live happily ever after!' How mind-numbingly naive."

He was Kal-El, Superman, and he had heard it all before from some villain or another. "Turn yourself in, Lacey, before I take you down."

Knocking Lacey out and throwing her in cell wasn't Superman's first choice. He didn't want to leave his friend Jimmy Olsen as a tortoise and half of the daily planet as animals, or more to the point, his girlfriend Lois Lane as a fat goose, but he might have to for the time being if Lacey refused. At least, until Zatanna could figure out how to change them back. It would no doubt be humiliating for Lois to remain an egg laying bird brain, and he was sure to get it in the ear from her when she could talk again instead of honk, but his powers only went so far. 

"Last chance, Lacey. Give up and change Lois and the others back."

"Who do you think you are? Lecturing and threatening me!? You're nothing compared to me, just a violent brute. Punching your enemies into submission only for them to return later. Ridiculous! You'd probably try to punch your way out of the universe if you didn't like it. So very childish!"

Superman had enough of her taunting and shot forward. In less than a second, he was behind her, gripping her wrists. A sudden burst of strength from Lacey and she lifted him over her head and slammed him on the ground in front of her sending Lois the goose honking and hollering out of the way. Lacey was thankful that Curia, the so-called Wonder Woman, had 'lent' Lacey her superhuman strength and she used it to great effect to hold the man of steel down. Lacey now gripped Superman's wrists like a vice and began sapping his speed and strength. The hero struggled to break free, but to no avail, his chances diminishing by the second.

"There you go again. Thinking with your fists. Well, I have a much better method of dealing with my enemies and other annoyances. And contrary to what you believe, it is in fact incredibly merciful. Who cares if I knock a few insects a link or two further down the food chain? They are still themselves, even with their new instincts. It's not like I'm killing anyone. Best of all, they never bother me again but instead provide me endless pleasure and amusement, and isn't that what everyone wants in life?"

"You're insane," Clark said, gritting his teeth as he fought against her iron grip but she seemed even stronger than she had when he initially swung at her and he felt weaker by the moment.

"No. I'm just above your small minded sense of morality. Anyway, you've had me prattling on like some monologuing supervillain. It's time to put you in your place," Lacey released the not-so-superman who managed to get to his feet, feeling weak and powerless. Lacey had clearly done her homework on him, as he no longer had his heat vision and other powers, he was about as superhuman as Jimmy Olsen.

Lacey walked back around Lois' desk, picking up a note pad and pen, "this always used to take far too long but thanks to you, my dear, it's going to be a lot quicker."

Lacey's hands moved like a whirlwind on the pad, pages flipping a few times a second until she had filled the entire pad with what ever it was she was scribbling with superhuman speed. When she was done, Lacey flipped the pad around to reveal a rather cartoon caricature of Superman. His chest was enormously wide and was puffed up like a rooster. His comparatively tiny head sported a cowlick haircut and a square chin of enormous size. His hips and legs were stick thin and there was a clear bulge inside his underwear which was oddly worn on the outside of his costume. 

Lacey put her thumb to the bottom corner of the notepad. She flipped the first page and the picture was much the same except their was a little extra drawn beside his ears. The third and fourth page revealed puffs of smoke shooting from his ears like steam from a cartoon kettle. Lacey began to flick through the pages in earnest, revealing page after page of pictures she had drawn in just a few short seconds. It was a full stop motion comic and in it Superman looked down at his chest and hands in shock as his overly muscular form started to dwindle, until his form fitting costume showed no muscle at all. His face grew softer and rounder, his masculine chin shrinking to a feminine point. At one point, the bulge in his undies got smaller and the cartoon Supes covered his crotch. Looking directly forward at the fourth wall, as if embarrassed, he finally got the courage to lift his hands and found that the undies fit snugly, with no trace of manhood and the briefs had a unicorn design that made them look more like a little girls panties. 

As he deflated, he dropped in height, shrinking to the size of a boy and then his very costume began to change even more. Above his formerly red underoos, now white and girly, a pink strip of fabric puffed out from his waist then fluttered down past his hips as a skirt. The navy colored costume faded to pastel blue and then white as his pants turned into high socks and the sleeves receded up to his shoulders. The red "S" emblazoned on his chest straightened out, forming a pink sash that hung from one shoulder to the opposite hip. His black hair grew out into long blonde pigtails, tipped with pink bows.

The real Superman stood gaping at the comic, transfixed as Lacey flicked through the motion comic at lightning pace but when she reached the final image of a freckle faced little girl with tears in her eyes, the spell was broken. Superman could finally look away and looked up into Lacey's maliciously grinning face. His jaw dropped as he stared up into the tall and powerful womans dark eyes and saw the reflection of the little pigtailed girl staring back.

"No!" she cried as she looked over her shrunken form pulling up her pink pleated skirt only to find the unicorn pull-ups of a small child. In the mere seconds it had taken for Lacey to ruffle through the comic, Clark Kent, Superman, had been reduced to a teensy little girl and she hadn't even noticed it happening.

"Aww, what's wrong, cutie-pie? Is the big blue boyscout going to cry?" Lacey mocked, "Look at you now. A little pink girl scout. Simply adorable."

"I'm not going to cry!" the little girl snapped, sniffing back tears, "you're going to be the one crying. I always win, you'll see."

Lacey shook her head, tutting loudly, then with a shocking gust of wind and a blur of black silk, Lacey had pulled the former superhero across her lap on a chair in the middle of the room. "Not this time, not when you can't even remember what you were."

Then with a series of quick swats on the reduced heroes hiney Lacey began to take not only Clark's memories but his dignity. 

"NO! NOOO! YOU CAN'T! I'M A-Aa super-here-wo.. I'm... big and stwong. I'mma a big girl!" The super tot wailed, "Stop it! STOP IT! DOPPIT!"

"You are Clara Kent. You're four years old, you like to pretend you're Supergirl but you are a very naughty young lady," Lacey said with finality, imprinting the words in the little girls mind just as clearly as the hand prints on her bottom.

Releasing the child, Lacey stood and retrieved the first sheet of her comic, took a moment to savor it and smirked, "Now, lets just store your memories somewhere. A single sheet of paper should do. It's about as one dimensional as you are. Or were."

With just a little concentration she transferred the memories of Superman's heroic exploits into the very fabric of that one sheet of paper and then squatted in front of the sniffling Clara Kent.

"Do you remember what you did wrong, Clara?"

"I-I woz playin' superhewo an' got in fights," Clara said, meekly as she rubbed her wet cheek and the snot from her nose.

"That's right, and that was very naughty, wasn't it?" 

The little girl nodded. "Uh huh, won't do it again."


"Let's just make sure of that shall we?" Lacey asked as she walked back behind Lois Lane's desk and pulled a large device out from under it, placing the sheet containing all that was once Superman in the top. "And into the shredder it goes! Say 'bye bye Superman!' "

Lacey chuckled and Clara echoed her "Buh-bye, Superman!" even as the decades of superheroic exploits were ruthlessly torn to shreds. When it was done Lacey took the useless spaghetti strips of scrap paper in one clenched fist, over to the open office window and tossed them like confetti to the wind.