Superman meets Superwoman pt 2
By Nancy V. Sont
Lois lay in bed tossing and turning most of the night. It wasn’t that she couldn’t get comfortable in the bed, she couldn’t get comfortable in her thoughts.
She’d realized she had superpowers, probably from flying through the electrical storm with Superman the evening before. She was trying to figure out a strategy. Superman didn’t think he’d be compatible with an earth woman, one who wasn’t invulnerable. She now was invulnerable, for who knows how long, maybe forever.
What if she could get Superman’s attention, not as Lois Lane, but as his counterpart, Superwoman. She had been racking her brain thinking about how to disguise herself. She’d come up with all sorts of ideas. Obviously, she had to make sure he didn’t know her real identity. She’d really have to put on a good show or he’d find out for sure, after all, he was superman.
She thought about all the parts of herself that she could change. She’d worked undercover so many times that it didn’t seem a problem at all to play another part. But could she do something so drastic that he’d not recognize her when she was in costume?
She could use a wig, make her hair quite different. Maybe she should cover her face or wear colored contacts. The makeup could be completely different. She’d often done something with her face for undercover work that had been successful. She remembered the makeup artists she’d known in her time and wondered if one could make a mask for her that she’d glue on. That would completely change her appearance. Maybe she would just need a set of cheeks and a nose, some sort of a strip that she could put on and remove quickly.
For clothes, she could go the Superman route with spandex, but no, maybe something more opposite to her nature, something feminine. But if she was going to be participating in rescues, she’d need to maintain some of her attitude of self sufficiency and independence. Just how much of her personality would she need to change to be able to fool not only Superman but the rest of the world that would capture her on camera just like Superman.
Perhaps she could go with the Florence Nightingale look, whatever that was. Something angelic, something definitely non-Lois Lane-ish. The feminine angel that would swoop into a bad situation and rescue the underdog, the wounded, and the homeless. Her thoughts drifted to Superman’s work. It wasn’t easy. Her lily white hands would get dirty and her nails would get broken. Oh, no they wouldn’t. Hey, this was going to be fun. Did that mean that she wouldn’t get chapped lips in the winter either?
She got out of bed, feeling completely refreshed even though she’d only had an hour or two of sleep. Florence Nightingale would be on the internet. They’d probably have a picture of her on there, too.
Lois typed in the name and ran a search on the woman. Sure enough there were many pictures of her. She had the same type hair as Lois did, and actually looked quite similar to her. She wore a white cap and a black dress with a white peter pan collar. However, when she was named Lady of the Lamp, a picture showed her in a long black dress covered with a long white bibbed apron. She carried an oil lamp.
Could she use that as a pattern for her style? She pulled her hair back off her face and behind her ears, fastening it with a clip. She took a handkerchief from her dresser drawer and tied it over her head, knotting it behind her neck. She had a long black dress, but nothing like the one she’d seen in the pictures on the internet. That one was quite fancy with black designs on it. It also puffed out at the waist from a petticoat. However, the dress she wore beneath the white, full length apron was plain. It had long black sleeves with white cuffs. A row of white buttons ran down the front of it, but were hidden by the apron.
Lois could hardly picture herself in such a getup, but it looked like a fun idea. Any insurmountable challenge was worth a try. She leaned back in her chair and thought out her plan. She’d go about rescuing people. Superman would undoubtedly be at the same places, at least some of them. He’d want to get to know her, even if it were only to find out who she was and how she came to have powers like his, so she’d play hard to get. She’d act shy, completely unlike Lois Lane. He’d have to pursue her to find out more about her. She wanted to pretend she’d come from Krypton, too. Maybe she’d been betrothed to him at birth. Of course, she wasn’t sure she really wanted to marry the man. Or whatever he was. Yes, he was a man, albeit different.
He’d want to know where her powers had come from, so yes, she’d have to be from Krypton, too. What if he asked about his home planet…how things were there and all? What would she say? Maybe this is where she’d act shy and not want to talk to him very much. That would undoubtedly attract him all the more. She smiled as she tapped her fingertips together.
