JLA 3 (Patreon)

Green Lantern climbed out of the tub, water slicing down his soft curves. He dried, then wrapped a towel around his body, girl style, of course, and looked at his nails. Zatanna had told him to do his nails after his bath, so of course he would, not like he really had to be told. He loved painting his nails, filing them, making them pretty. The biggest decision he had to make as he sat down at his dressing table and started to look through his collection of nail polish was— what color? He had a coral pink that perfectly matched his new costume, but since he wasn’t heroing tonight, he was thinking of maybe going out to a club, which would mean wine red? Hmmmnnn….

Just as he was lost in thought, trying to make one of the most important decision he would ever face in his new life, wishing Zatanna was there to tell hi what to do because, seriously? It was soooo hard for him to make decisions now, he heard a frazzle and a pop, like someone magically teleporting into Zatanna’s base. He smiled. Thank goodness! He could Zatanna to pick for him!

The smile melted from his face, however, when he heard a familiar voice call out, “You are gorgeous!”

“Star Sapphire!” Green Lantern gasped. He’d left his tiara with his ring of power in the other room, and he leapt to his feet, meaning to run off and grab it, but before he could Sapphire said, “Stop!”

Green Lantern froze.

“Look at me,” Sapphire said. He obeyed. She was so beautiful, so confident, so strong. He wanted to be just like her, he realized.

“Smile, turn, let me see you.”

Green Lantern smiled. In his new secret identity, he was a model, so he turned, posed, put a hand on his hip, dug the other into his thick hair, arching his back, thrusting his breasts out. He wanted to please Sapphire, needed to please her.

“You are so perfect,” Sapphire said, shaking her head in wonder. She loved seeing her old enemy not only trapped in a voluptuous woman’s body, with impressive and dangerous curves, but so utterly feminine, sweet, obedient. “You’re my mini,” she said.

“Yes,” Green Lantern sighed, realizing the truth of it. Of course. No wonder his new uniform looked just like hers. Finding his mini, recognizing the woman he wanted to be, must worship, needed to please, filled him with joy. “Tell me what to do.”

“Drop the towel,” Sapphire said.

Green Lantern dropped the towel, his brain frazzled. He wanted and needed to please Sapphire, but the man he’d been, still lingering deep back inside him somewhere, was horrified for her to see him like this, to see that he was now fully a woman. The cool air immediately made him nipples hard, as they rose, proudly pointing out and up, he blushed.

‘Oh, sweetie!” Sapphire said. “You’re embarrassed to be a girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Green Lantern admitted.

Sapphire took him in, caressing his whole body with her eyes, letting them linger on the empty space between his legs. “Good,” Sapphire said. “Good. I want you to feel humiliated, embarrassed. I want you to hate being a woman.”

“Yes,” Green Lantern said, feeling suddenly more uneasy, anxious, the weight of his breasts now like a badge of shame. He started to cover his breasts with his hands.

“No!” Sapphire said. Put your hands on the small of your back. Push your breasts out, that big, fat ass of yours back!”

Green Lantern did, hating the way he was standing, the feeling his this new body.

“Now, I may have a few more changes for you, but for you go put on your costume. I have a mission for you.”

“Yes,” Green Lantern said.

“Girl,” Sapphire said.

Green Lantern stopped. “Yes?”

“From now on, when its just you and me, you shall address me as Mother.”

“Yes, Mother,” Green Lantern said, hating it, needing it, having no choice but to obey.

“Good girl. Now, off you go!”

Green Lantern scurried off, eager and compelled to obey. Sapphire’s new commands filled him now with a revulsion for his new shape. He’d been contented, even pleased before, but now as he pulled on his bra, feeling the bouncy, soft breasts, it filled him with disgust. They were not right. He was not supposed to have these— growths. Pulling on his panties, feeling the soft fabric tight against his new sex likewise made him feel almost sick, reminding him not only what he’d lost, what had been taken from him, but what he now had— that mysterious flower, the one all women had, the one he shouldn’t have, but he did because he was a…. Woman. A woman.

He hated it. It made him sick as he got into his costume, did his makeup, fixed his hair and finally, hands trembling, struggling against tears, he fitted that utterly emasculating symbol of womanhood into his hair— the sparkling tiara that now possessed his power, what little power he had.

Sapphire appeared in the mirror behind him, and he felt her cup his ass, squeeze, while another hand snaked around to cup his breast, lift it. “You are all woman, now. And look at your makeup! You are so good at it. I love your earrings, too,” she said, tugging on his earlobe, and then whispering in his ear, “You’re a dirty girl.”

The words dirty girl sent a thrill through Green Lantern, tingles and clenches and feelings only a woman had when she was aroused. Waves of disgust filled him, fighting against the pleasure.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it,” Sapphire said. “How do you like being a woman?”

Green Lantern looked at himself in the mirror, at his delicate, feminine arms, his tiny waist, his bombshell figure, the mascara ringing his big, pretty eyes. “I hate it, Mother.”

“Good,” Sapphire said. “Now let’s go raise some hell.” She slapped him on the ass and left, Green Lantern following behind, his heels clicking with every pretty little step.