Lois entered the bedroom to see a long limbed black girl with dyed red straightened hair sprawled half covered by the sheets. The girl was exquisitely beautiful and looked to be 17 at most. Despite her undress, she seemed to be wearing a lot of makeup and her large lips were pierced by a ring, that matched her large hoop earings. On the floor next to the bed were the clothes the girl had apparently just discarded, a pair of purple short-shorts and a crop top. 

“Who the hell are you?”

 “What?” the girl sat up dazedly without covering herself with the sheet, Lois looked away in embarrassment from the small firm breasts on display. 

The girl looked down and shrieked in incredulous horror. “This can’t be!” 

Superman stood and scrutinized her new brown body. It was that of a adolescent girl and the only fat on it seemed to be concentrated on her round hips. A tuft of pubic hair had been dyed red to match her hair.

 “Look honey,I don’t know what’s going on, but you better get out of here before I call the police.”

 “But Lois, it’s me, Clark!”

 Lois heard a knock on the door before she could respond to this absurd statement. She stopped startled, who could it be at this hour? She walked to the door and said,

 “Yes?” 

 “Open up, Police.” Lois was reassured, they were obviously here for the young girl. 

“Oh, I was just about to call you.” She said as she opened the door, to her surprise the two hulking police had Gotham city Police badges rather than Metropolis as they should have. 

“She’s here, isn’t she?” 

“Yes, right in my bed! I can tell you I was surprised when I got home.” 

The cops sneered at the tiny black girl shrouded in the bedsheet. They seemed so big to the former Superman,

 “Alright Aisha, better put your clothes on, you need to come with us.”

 “But why?” 

“You have three warrants out for soliciting, you’ve been a busy girl.”