Monday, December 26, 2011

Trickster Fiction Manifesto



TRANSFORMATION FICTION
 There is a lot of "transformation fiction" out there on the web, and by fiction I mainly mean captioned images, however there are text versions as well, heck, Amazon even has a sort of category for it.   The themes vary, with people changing gender, race, age, weight, species and what have you.

Some are presented in the form of science fiction, some as fantasy, some frankly as nothing more than porno, some as "magic reality" in that remarkable things happen, but it stays, more or less in the realm of what could possibly happen, and some.... well in some stuff just happens.

However, just as presentations as diverse as Eastwood's Unforgiven, Disney's the Apple Dumpling Gang, & TV's Lone Ranger, are still all recognized as Westerns I think this sort of fiction is close enough to a genre to at least call it that, and if you’re willing to go that far with me go just a little further and let me indulge myself by calling it Transformation Fiction.    

`Transformation Fiction: Fiction in which the main or one of the main themes is one or more of the characters physically changing to a fantastic degree, and their and others action to that change.'

Well there you have it, TF in a nutshell, period, end of paragraph, thanks for showing up and drive home safely.
 
And yet......

TRICKSTER FICTION

I would like to put forth my thoughts on how to do T.F. better, using a style for doing it that I call Trickster Fiction.

In the folklore, mythology, and even pop culture, you'll find a character type with a thousand & one names who yet share certain traits; the mythologists call these characters Tricksters.

They range from Hermes, to Loki, to the Native American Old Man Coyote, to Bugs Bunny, who, as different as they all are, have certain things in common.

They are subversive, boundary crossers, rule breakers, and  shape shifters, who regard mundane societies' fixed ideas about genders, race, class, caste, and how life should be lived, with at best humor, and more often contempt.  Another common thing about Trickster stories is that they often have a touch of the surreal about them.   So when I do my stories & captioned images I like think of them as Trickster Fiction.

Well bully for me..... So what?

I'm hoping that it's different enough that my writing about what I think it is might inspire some to create Transformation Fiction where they otherwise might not, whatever you choose to call it, and whatever form it takes.



 TEXT TRICKSTER FICTION

Text Stories  
First of all I would say that Trickster Fiction is best done quickly much like Flash Fiction or Prose Poetry, however I would also say that perhaps Flash Fiction with its (more or less) limit of 1000 words is too restrictive, the best length for this being between 800 and 2300 words, quick, but still enough room for some color and character development.  Epics are all well and good, but Trickster seems to be an impatient critter and the twist at the end is more shocking if you don't have to wait to long for it.
Speaking of the twist some things that Trickster Fiction needs are: 
A. At least one bold arresting image, something that paints a picture for the mind's eye
B. Surprise, an "I didn't see that coming" twist.  

C. Transform someone.  

D. Humor, even if it's a grim horror story Trickster still seems to need a bit of the funny, even if it's just a low key piece of dark humor.

E. Lyrical prose, try for a prose poetry feel that does more than just tell you what's happening.

Forget Hemingway with Trickster Fiction; think more along the lines of Raymond Chandler.  

F. Metaphor & simile are your friends, however

G. Stay away from clichés!  Or use clichés, but screw with them as a way of pulling the rug out from under the readers’ mental feet.  

H. THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!
 
I. Shun restrictions, cross borders, if "They" say you can't do it that way DO IT! However....  

J. Have a beginning, middle & end, however far off the beaten path you may get, it's still a story, breaking rules is one thing, cheating is something else altogether.

 
PICTURE & TEXT FILES
Most people refer to pictures with a bit of writing under or beside them as captioned images, and that's what they are for the most part, and I'll get a little crud here and say that most of the examples you will find, save for a few here and there, are unimaginative crap.

I would say of most of the ones you will find, 9 out of 10, no make that 24 out of 25, amount to nothing more  than a cheesecake shot with written under it the equivalent of  "Timmy use to like girls with big titties, now Timmy has big titties!"


Oh please... A pox on these captioned images!
I say it's a real story forget about it.

In his controversial book, The Alphabet Versus The Goddess, Leonard Shlain speculates that when writing was introduced millennia ago it resulted in a change in the way the brains of those who understood the concept of letters forming words worked beyond just the obvious effect of being able preserve thoughts, It changed what society itself was.


Further, he speculates that the coming of the internet, with its intimate bonding of text and image is, in as yet unknown ways right this very minute, creating what will amount to a new way of thinking, the next profound change in society at large.
Like I said, controversial, for one thing he’s a surgeon, not an expert in linguistics, and his book has been known to piss such experts off to no end, and Loki knows experts are never wrong, just ask them.

Still....

Why miss out on the opportunity, even if the idea is only partially on the button?




MAKING PICTURE / STORIES
And even if it's `the bunk' a little more effort.... or in some cases, any effort at all in the first place, couldn't but help!

So how does one go from Captioned Image to Picture / Story?
My suggestions would be:


1. Forget the cheesecake *, and toss the porn right out the window, look for pictures that suggest a scene from a story, so that once the story is applied it will make it seem that the picture was staged and taken for the story, not the story being inspired in part by the picture.
*unless of course you have a really good idea that goes with it!


2. That being said let the picture carry a good deal of the weight of the narrative. If a picture is worth a thousand words then a good innovative picture can turn a 3 or 5 hundred bit of flash fiction into a 13 or 15 hundred word short, short story.
3. If you can find two or more pictures even better, heck there you are with another thousand words! Half the fun can be seeing how well you can get two disparate images to go together with your words.

4. A sentence or two just won't do, go for at least 150 words, 800 seems to be the best length in my experience. Okay... the file ends up being larger, and it takes some practice getting them all in and around the images, but what you gonna' do?


5. Play with the way pictures & text go together, it doesn't have to be a straight picture above, words below kind of thing. Make an ad from a magazine, a comic strip, a review from a film with images and other such permutations.
6. Refer to the suggestions for text Trickster Fiction above.


There you have it, that's what I call Trickster Fiction, am I just trying to make something out of not much at all by giving it a name?
`Shrugs' not what I think.


Opinions no doubt will vary, but I like it, and hey, whatever the case, I just hope it inspires a few more folks to try their hand at it.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Father Time Has Never Been More Cute.



DC comics, the company that many years ago gave the world the first transgender super-villain in the form of the Ultra-Humanite when he stole Delores Winter’s body, has with it’s new project known as “The New 52” (what is it with them and that number lately?) has introduced another gender shifted character.

This one, known as Father Time,  is found in the pages of Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E.

First appearing in 2006 as a shady white haired bearded gentleman, looking somewhat like Uncle Sam, who during a conflict with the Teen Titans has his skin melt, later he shows up again but in the form of a young African-American man, it being revealed that he has the ability to regenerate himself and, or so he says, has a habit of taking on a new form every ten years of so.

His latest regeneration however cut short when a revived Captain Marvel villain known as Black Adam pulls his face off apparently killing him.

Don’t bet on it, Father Time, though there is no guaranty that this is the same fellow, as all the series in the New 52 seem to be taking place in a different “Universe” from the one where those other shenanigans where going on, has returned in the pages of a new series titled Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E., and this time in the form of a young Asian girl who is the leader of an organization called The Super Human Advanced Defense Executive or S.H.A.D.E. for short (shouldn’t that be T.S.H.A.D.E.?)

To cut to the chase here, basically it’s Hellboy and the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense with Hellboy replaced by the Frankenstein Monster (who in the DC Universe is an adventurer slash superhero) the other characters replaced by post-modern versions of some of DC’s minor characters from the past such as the Freedom Fighters and the Creature Commandoes, and the old man in charge has taken the form of a girl in pig-tails and wearing a domino mask, talking tough and toting a .45 automatic.

Issue # 4 has just come out as I write this.   

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Girls' Black Magic Romaces

The concept for Girls' Black Magic Romances came to Wally Shumway, at the time a Fuller Bush salesman, while “stretching his legs” at a rest stop between Deadwood and Mystic South Dakota on June the 30th 1954 during a full solar eclipse.

“I had never really payed any attention to funny books before then,” said Mr. Shumway in a 1988 interview conducted by Comics Media while Wally was staying at the Dunwich Hospital for Extreme Twitches & Hysterics. “I was just setting there drinking a Moxie and eating some Turkish Taffy and suddenly I thought starting a comic book was the best idea in the world.”

Comics Media: “that was it? The idea just came to you, there was no other inspiration?”

Wally Shumway: “No that was pretty much it, well there was also this big bald headed fellow who was all of a sudden just setting next to me who said I should call him Uncle Aleister, he was always there encouraging me.”

CM: “Uncle Aleister?”

Wally Shumway: “Yes, I think he was English, and no one but me ever seemed to be able to see him, never did found out what his last name was, funny huh? Anyway he gave me a lot of the ideas I used in the comic, plus he would leave from time to time saying he was going to `do some pushing' on some people and after that sure enough people who before had said there was no way I could get a comic like Girls' Black Magic Romances published, or if I did get it pass the Comic Code Authority changed their minds and it sailed right through.”

Indeed shortly after Wally's sudden “inspiration” he found himself in the offices of National Periodical Publications with stories he had somehow quickly written and drawn at various rest stops and hotel rooms en route from South Dakota to New York, although he had not really shown any artistic talent before that trip.

There Wally and his project was discouraged, and at times laughed at outright by those in the then struggling comic book industry. Then strangely and with no problems it was approved, passed the censors and hit the stands with a February, 1955 date for the first issue. While never well distributed, and no real numbers existing on it success (no one in comics at the time, even those who wrote and produced for it would talk about it on being contacted) it still appeared for 223 monthly issues, ending with the July 1973 issue featuring a story entitled “I double dated with Anubis.”






1. Becky Smith, Voodoo Queen! 12 pages

2. Dead Reckoning With Roses (with recurring character Mrs. Polly: Romance Necromancer) 8 pages

3. Captain Tootsie ad 1 page

4. Letters to the Secret Masters (letters from readers) 2 pages

5. My Ice Skating Date on the Astral Plane 9 pages




1. My Hidden Troll Girl Heart 16 pages

2. Letters to the Secret Masters 2 pages

3. Sam Spade Wildroot Hair Tonic ad 1 page

4. Nostradamus' Prom 13 pages




1.  Exguytu Chickoyonum! 22 pages



2.  Undead Letter Page 1 page
3.  Mid-Summer Nights Blind Date 9 pages


1.  She Stole My Heart, Then She Stole My Body! 10 pages (With only 69 issues so far this was the 23rd body swap themed story)
2.  My Candy (Pentagram) gram for Valentine's Day 10 pages
3.  Love & Runes. Letter page 2 pages (this was the 15th time the title of the letter page was changed.
4.  My Boyfriend is the Reincarnation of my Great Grand Mother! 9 pages
5.  Half page In House ad for Brave & Bold # 30 and the second outing of in Justice League of America “The Case of the Stolen Super-Powers!” out that month, bottom half of page given over to Tootsie Roll ad.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

By Bell, Book & Candall



Jane had done everything she could to get into the good graces of her mother in law, but Lillian Zhang would have nothing of it.

Her clothes where not right, the house she kept for her son was not right, she didn't feed her son right, she didn't do anything the right way for her precious youngest child.

No matter what theme the elder Mrs. Zhang took for her latest round of fault finding the former Jane Dillon was sure what it all really boiled down to was that she just couldn't deal with the fact that her little boy had married a fahn quai or that is a foreign or white devil.

While the whole large Zhang clan had adopted western first names, Lillian being "fahn quai" itself after all, she however made it clear

that Jane's Don Zhang was really Zhang Guoping Yan, well not in so many words, but that was what Jane was sure all of Lillian's scrutinizing was about, "not taking care of him like he needs" indeed thought Jane.

Of course like any modern American couple Jane didn't "take care of her husband" any more than he took care of her, they took care of themselves just doing it together in the same place while sharing the expenses, Don Zhang was a rising executive in a company that manufactured medical equipment, while Jane was a registered nurse at a teaching hospital.

So they were a modern couple, and her mother in law didn't like her one bit, and made herself quite the pill about it. Why not, like so many other modern American couples, didn't she just ignore the older woman for most of the year other than holidays and let her stew in her own juices while they lived their lives apart?

Two simple reasons, they lived less than a mile from her husband’s parents, and Don, to be honest about it, was more than a bit of a mama's boy.

Jane's was not an uncommon problem, nor one that anything could really be done about other than deal with it as best she could, that at least was the attitude Jane took until word started to spread among the medical staff at the hospital of a new surgical team who had just transferred their major procedures to the facility where she worked, It wasn't long before everyone was abuzz about the three doctors and their unique cliental.

Doctor's Bell, Book & Candall where plastic surgeons, hardly a rare breed in that part of the country, these three however did procedures that, as far as Jane knew, no other surgeons preformed.

While there were thousands who performed the operation that make Asian look more western, these doctors did the opposite, and not only that they had also perfected a number of other techniques for changing the shape of chins, noses, cheeks, brows and the whole architecture of faces so that at the end the recipient, most of whom were of European descent like her, were, as far as the eye could tell, of Chinese, Japanese or East Indian descent, It was widely held that even natives of those lands couldn't tell one of their patients, though born of Irish, Italian or Spanish genes, from a native of their country.

Jane was struck with a whim to check this out further, just to see mind you. Getting an appointment with the originator of most of the procedures, Doctor Bell himself, Jane's lark started to take on a more substance in her mind.

Seeing the professional atmosphere of the well-appointed offices, seeing other normal seeming people in the waiting room, it all started to seem less and less like a lark and more like something that she just might actually consider doing.

The tipping point for Jane came with her talk with Dr. Bell, after examining her, and taking a photo he showed just what most likely would be the results of his operating based on her bone structure & musculature.

The computer showed someone who was still very much Jane, only a Jane who seemed to have perhaps one parent who was Chinese, not really all that much of a difference really, and yet so very different!

"Now I can't promise this is exactly how you would look," explained Dr. Bell "there are always things that we can't anticipate." Jane didn't care, the idea appealed to her more and more.

Just like that Jane's lark became her getting things started, first of course there was a psychological exam, which Jane passed easily & before even she knew it she was signing the papers and getting a time set for her surgery.

Then there was her husband, "you want to have surgery to make you look Chinese?" asked Don, "not exactly Chinese" she replied, "this is just like those Asian women who have their eyes operated on to look... wider, I think this will make me look so much better, it's really not that big a deal."

What Jane didn't tell her husband was that what she was really anticipating was the look on mother in laws face when she saw Jane's new look, the women really got under her skin that much.

Her husband accustomed to the idea, and sworn to secrecy, when the time came Jane took time off work and reported to be prepared for surgery.

Never having had plastic surgery herself Jane didn't know what to expect, however It seemed much like any other medical procedure, though doctor Bell and his staff did seem to spend a lot of time emphasizing how, despite his tests, years of experience, planning and his and her best expectations, there was still no guarantee how the end results would look, Jane attributed this to common plastic surgeon caution in an era of high litigation.

Eventually Jane found herself in the operating room surrounded by doctor Bell, nurses, gas passers, & various attendants & interns, counting backwards under the gas mask she faded to black.


Jane awoke in a hospital room, her head swathed in bandages, before too long various people came in to take blood, ask her how she was doing, take more blood, eventually even doctor Bell made a brief appearance to assure her the operation went even better than had been expected, to wish her well, and check the little space on her charts that said he had entered the room and so was entitled to more money.

Then there was the pain, and the itching and swelling, and the weeks of waiting. As the time came to take off the bandages, Jane aware from her work as a nurse what that would be like, decided to spare her husband the view, along with her viewing him viewing the bruised early stages.

Returning to the doctor's offices alone for the unveiling which showed her to be even more swollen and bruised than she had imagined, Bell however said things were on their way to settling in very nicely for her new look.

Be that as it may, Jane still didn't want anyone she knew to see her until all the healing was done. So after leaving the doctor she headed to a hotel room to rest, and let nature take its course.

The hotel was a nice place for some off time, with great room service and its own 4 star spa / salon.

Within a week the swelling and bruises were almost gone; at the end of a week you couldn't tell she had had any plastic work on her face at all.

However before that Jane became aware of just what the result would be, doctor Bell had said there was no guarantee what the results would be, but she had not expected anything like what she saw in her room's mirror.

The face was really nothing at all like computer's guess, she barely recognized herself at all, she had the same dark auburn hair, and the same green eyes, but the hair surrounded, and the eyes looked out of the face of a woman who was not only 100% Chinese, but a Chinese woman distinctly of the Han ethnic group.

" I'm Chinese!" said Jane to herself rubbing her face as if to prove the image in the mirror was  real, "Nothing to do but go home and drop the bomb," she told her new self as if talking to someone she had just meet, "but first, in for a penny, in for a pound."

Jane made another visit to the salon and had her hair dyed black, along with a new style, parted down the middle, an application of White Camellia Oil, gave it a shine she approved of her husband was at a loss for words. "Honey.... you look..... Fantastic..." he said, even he hearing the flatness of his tone.

"Fantastic..... Fantastic! Really really Fan! Tas! Tic!" a long pause came from him, then a curious look "you know you look a little like my cousin Kuan, she's a flight attendant for Taiwan Air.... you're taller of however."

He was shocked, after all marrying a Caucasian American woman had been a big step for him and had colored quite a lot of his life, to now find he was not only married to a woman who like a hometown girl would take some adjusting,

"Jane looks more Chinese then most of the hometown girls!" Don thought to himself. "We'll have to get you a Chinese name to go with your new look he told her."

But that would have to wait, because, just as Jane had timed it, whether she knew it or not, she would be able to reveal her new look at the annual Zhang family Thanksgiving get together, a function she had in her first 3 year of going too stood out at.

Arriving, Jane dressed in a traditional Qi Pao dress, made quite the impression, after that is it was established that Don was not stepping out on her with another woman.

The reactions ranged from aghast, to suppressed surprise, to two who asked for the phone number of the doctor.

Then came the big moment, finding out her mother in law was alone in her bedroom fixing her hair Jane went to see her all by herself.

Knocking and entering Jane found her still fiddling with a comb that did not look like it needed any fiddling with.

Mrs. Zhang.... Lillian.... It's me Jane, I've got a bit of a surprise for the family this year, I think you need to turn around" The older woman did, her habitual disapproving look already in place.

Looking at Jane it slipped for just a moment as her eyes widened on seeing her. There was a long pause, and then she said. "You're wearing a Qi Pao again, huuua, that's for old fashion ladies, get with the times girl, my boy is a big time businessman, he needs a modern woman, you got to dress for success for him!" with that she turned back to her mirror and again started to nudge the jeweled comb here and there.

Stepping closer to look with amazement at Lillian Zhang's refection Jane came to two conclusions. one, her mother in law didn't really care whether she was western or Chinese, she was just one of those women who didn't think there was any woman good enough for her son, and two by damn the old woman had had plastic surgery herself as Jane notice for the first time the woman's eyes had creases in them making them look Western, now the oh so unworthy American wife looked more Chinese then her mother in law!
"Damn!" thought Jane turning round and stomping out the room "I should have asked for the Japanese look that would have shown her!"

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Just a Simple (New) Virtuoso Gives Thanks

The Ga-Ru Chinou Method

When, due to his on-line profile showing him to be a childless middle-aged man with no family and a dedicated lone wolf, Tom Newton had been contacted by a research lab and asked to volunteer to tryout a new play on the Suzuki Method of improving the mind via learning to play a musical instrument he had laughed saying he was a bit over the six year old limit for that.
They however explained that what they were testing out was something called the Ga-Ru Chinou Method which was aimed at having the same results as the Suzuki Method, only applied to people 35 years and older. When Tom was also told they were going to give the people they tested The Method on a 500 dollar stipend, and let them keep the musical instrument they would be using in the tests he decided it sounded like a lot of fun and so signed up, that this involved sighing a lot of very long release forms “in case of unexpected results from the treatment” surprised Tom.

That in a random draw he ended being given a cello to learn to play was Tom’s next surprise, a bigger one came when he found out that the Ga-Ru Chinou Method seemed to mostly involve the injection of what he was told were were experimental nanobots fused with cloned and altered T-cells!

The surprises kept coming when Tom found himself taking to the cello and mastering it in less than a week.

There were however some unforeseen side-effects. As Tom's musical talent grew he started to grow younger, which he had no problems with at all, what he did have problems with was that as he grew younger he also found himself first turning into a woman, and then a woman who looked nothing like his former Anglo-Irish heritage at all, also with her new found musical talent Tom found him, well herself really, having thoughts he had never had before.

In the end Tom left the labs and returned home 500 dollars richer and a virtuoso in the cello, she also left it an apparently 23 year old Japanese woman.

Tom had also found out by that time, lessons in the Japanese language seemed were also part of the package, that Ga-Ru Chinon was Japanese for “Girl Brain”, and while at first she did not have one, the still very busy nanobots would soon see to it that Tom Newton, or as she would soon be calling herself Tomiko Nomura, was just a month or two away from that as well.

“You know,” thought Tom to herself after returning home “I'm starting to suspect those folks might have had a second agenda in all this... or am I just being 妄想? …. er I mean paranoid?”

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Weird Out West

Just a few altered covers, and or image from old public domain comics


I wonder if Bob and the Kid knew each other?


And did either of them know Madge Rider?

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake


There has been an odd bit of reverse gender fiction that has quickly gone viral.

The series is the Cartoon Networks’ Adventure Time with Finn and Jake, which recounts the story of Finn the last human, and his talking moldable dog companion Jake in the bizarre post-apocalyptic land of Ooo where lumpy people live in the clouds and there is a kingdom made up of intelligent candy and cakes.

In a recent episode it started like the program always starts only it was titled Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake, with all the regular characters having their gender swapped (and with the dog as a cat as well) it was cute and had a funny punch line (ending) and when it was over the second of the two 11 minute stories that make up each program was back to normal.

However within days, if not hours, after it first played fan renditions of and stories detailing the further adventures of Fiona and Cake started to show up.

I just thought that was interesting that this went off so quickly and to such an extent as it did. Just do a Google and see what I mean, it's easy to find.

Says something about… ah… something I’m sure.

Can’t say just what though.



Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Fun With Face Swapping

Gone With the Wind 2011


Staring Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh, Also called Gone With the Wind II, it takes up after GWtW I after Bobbie Blue, (played by Dakota Fanning) has died and Mr. & Mrs. Butler are not getting along like they use to.


For the record in this version Ashley Wilkes is played by Johnny Depp wearing more make-up then ms Leigh(they wanted to draw in the Pirates of the Caribbean crowd,) Melanie Hamilton Wilkes (now an expert with the samurai sword) is played by Uma Thurman and the characters of Mammy and Prissy are replaced by a new one called Eddie played by Vince Vaughn.

It ends with a set up for Wind III (Mr. & Mrs. Smith Back on a Breeze)
with the return of Bonnie Blue as a vampire.

Trouble at Hef's Place


Going undercover was never their strong suit.

Lucy You Got some... never mind no splain' needed!


Guess the Bodies that Ricky & Lucy are Wearing and Win a NO Prize.

Madonna and Mae West When they were both 51


It seems to me that Madonna is looking a lot like Mae West these days, so I did another take on the mix and match, this time with pictures taken when they were both 51.

Mrs. Oh We're Needed


Sandra Oh and Patrick Dempsey as Mrs. Peel and Steed

Monday, September 5, 2011

Gender Revoked

The front and back covers of unauthorized trade paperback “James Bond” novel, Gender Revoked, from Nunsuch Books.


Well there was that series of novels about Miss Moneypenny that was published years ago, but she really could use a little more "on screen" time.


Hmmm? No price yet? Guess we will have to keep checking Amazon, and Books-A-Million and such like.

Now if they can only figure out a way to introduce some vampires I think this will be a big hit.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

They Really Didn't Call Her the Cat


It’s the summer of 1966, and in the pages of Superman’s Girlfriend Lois Lane # 66; the woman with stretch marks on her DNA goes through one of her oddest transformations yet in ”They call me the Cat,” a story written by Leo Dorfman, penciled and inked by Kurt Schaffenberger, and edited by Mort Weisinger.

This time Lois’s change is not swift and it’s not something normal like getting older, or fatter or becoming a toddler. No this one takes some time, and is weird the whole trip.

As things start it’s rough for the four people who work at the Daily Planet, the air conditioning is out, and it’s the hottest day of the year, well it’s rough for some of them, Clark is faking it of course.

To ease his employees suffering Perry White has order up a round of iced lemonade, (and I do note the guy with the drinks has 7 cups so perhaps there are a few others workers we never see) that’s when we find there is another, along with Clark, who is not suffering with the heat. It seems that Lois says she is freezing and even with the help of a blanket, the fur coat of Perry White’s wife that is heading for storage, and the heat wave she continues to shiver.

That she is really, really cold is demonstrated when a cup of hot tea she is drinking turns to ice in her hands. This of course calls for Clark to duck out and reenter as Superman so he can fly Lois to the Metropolis version of the Mayo Clinic, where no doubt the Dr. House of Earth I will eat this up with a fork, don’t be silly, this story is set in the Silver-Age.


Superman’s first move is do what he knows will “cure those mysterious chills,” he flies her, fur coat and all, to Death Valley were Lois proclaims herself colder than ever.

Next he takes her to the Fortress of Solitude and puts her in his Venusian hothouse, mean tempter 650 degrees; nope still frosty, colder even says Lois. Really grasping at straws now, and Superman apparently having become a devout Christian Scientists when we weren’t looking, his next move is not a hospital, but to put Lois in an experimental space suit he has been working that will let him take her into the sun, yeah, not near, into the sun.

Just why a man who baths in the sun to get rid of `space germs’ after a long mission in space needs this, he says nothing. However even he admits it is risky. But off into space and the sun they go anyway, but to no effect, on returning to Earth Lois still has the chills.

At this point Superman admits he is at his wits end and takes her somewhere else, Metropolis General? Of course not, Kal-El apparently still has issues with all those doctors who were always trying to give him inoculations when he was Superbaby, and takes her to some scientists he knows at Metro U.
They too are baffled by Lois’s condition, but do note that it seems to be getting worse, so Superman decides to bring in an expert, (about time yah big lug) and fly to Paris to get Dr. Leroux… the world’s leading expert on cryogenics. (What?!?)

However when he returns with Leroux Lois is back to normal with whatever it was leaving no ill effect on her, the “doctor” proclaiming that it “must have been zee virus that gave le chill,” and things return to normal.


Back at the Daily Planet Lois is given her next assignment, and the pathogen takes the next stage in its development, her job, report on the flower show at the Coloseum (sic) Oh Lois! Being sent to cover a flower show? That’s worse than covering a dog show, at least something might happen at a dog show, watch out or Perry will have you writing the obits next!

Something however does take place at the flower show after all, on being shown the grand prize winner (a huge floral display depicting Superman, what else?) and left alone with it Lois starts to eat the flowers and can’t stop herself before the left arm is gone. (Alright! Stop over psychoanalyzing this right now! I can hear you doing it, it’s that loud.)


Later that night when Lois reports for night duty at the Metropolis Hospital where she works as a volunteer nurse (?!!?) things get complicated when a patient awakens to find her eating a big bouquet flowers left for him.

Narking to Superman the doctor tells him about her actions and how “Lois’ strange mania is unknown to medical science,” here we perhaps find why Kal-El stays clear of the doctors in Metropolis, this one not being able to find anything about pica the disorder that makes people eat odd things, usually however things more odd that flowers, nor does he know there are over 40 types of flowers that or are quite safe and edible, if a bit bland, making them at most a little trendy, not a victim of a “mania.”

The doctor then gives it all over to Superman saying he can’t come up with anything, but perhaps his “super brain” can. (Oh… so that’s why Sups stays clear of them. Note: if you ever find yourself sick in the Big Apricot get out of town as fast as you can, even if you have to crawl to the Greyhound station.)

Superman’s brilliant “super brain” solution to this development is to fly Lois to a rainforest in Africa that only he knows about which contains a type of flower unknown to the rest of the world which play a musical tune when wind blows through them. Sups then flies off “to take care of an important chore” leaving Lois to photograph the blooms.


She of course proceeds to devour this rare species whole while Superman watches with his telescopic vision, “my cure was a complete flop,” thinks Superman.

The next day however when as Clark Kent he takes her to lunch all signs of the dread “mania” of vegetarianism are gone and she not only turns down a salad, but the flowers on the table as well and downs a porterhouse.

The next day everything is so back to normal that window washers are once again falling from the fiftieth floors building, only this time (do they even give these guys any training in Metropolis, or just depend on Superman to pluck them out of the sky as they fall?) the Man of Steel it seems does have chores out of range and the washer is left dangly from his belt.

Seeing this from the Daily Planet, which is across the street from the other building, Lois has the sudden urge to leap out of the window and using a covenant wire that for no decidable reason connects the two structures goes to the aid of the window washer, doing this via a pair green furred and clawed legs and feet with four “toes” one of which seems to act like a thumb, that have replaced hers. (Hey! And we have a reason this is here on this site.)


She only notices her change when it is pointed out to her by the Man of Steel arriving tardy. Her response is to trudge dejectedly back to work. Say what you want about her, the woman had a heck of a work ethic.
She even covers a story when, while shooting a scene for a movie the operator of one of the special effects, which consists a 150 foot long mechanical centipede at the time being used to crawl up a building, has a heart attack and can’t be reached.

Lois once again comes to the rescue by walking up the building, then the mech and giving the man medicine to keep him alive (aspirin?)

Sure enough, as soon as this is done her feet revert to normal and she falls, but as usual Superman saves her. Superman warns her to fight her dare-devil urges, the whole thing with the feet not even being brought up.
The next day while on the street Lois helps an exotically dressed and veiled woman recover some pearls that have fallen from a broken necklace of hers, in gratitude the woman, who introduces herself as Princess Zerma of Arctor, takes Lois to lunch. There she shocks Lois by first turning her soup into ice by touching it, then following that up by downing the flowers arranged on the table.

Being the courageous and inquisitive reporter we all know her to be, Lois response to this by getting up and booking it out the back door of the restaurant. This however gives both Lois, and us, the chance to see Zerma racing after her on a pair of big green claws along a spiked fence.
Cornered by the veiled and turbaned “woman” she reveals all, pulling off her veil to reveal a fanged alien face and explaining that she comes from the frozen planet Arctor where everyone lives off “frost flowers” and scoots along on big old furry feet like hers, she then explains herself.
Of course it’s all about Superman, whom the princess has been watching on her space monitor for years, and having decided him to be a marvelous specimen revolves to marry him.

But realizing that he will be repulsed by her alien looks (and yet for some reason she isn’t repulsed by what would be his alien looks to her) she of course takes the only course left, take over Lois Lane’s body.

This is first attempted via a “transmuter dome,” her turban, which fails to do the job and only temporally transfers some of Zerma’s normal traits to Lois.


Realizing that she has to be close to get the job done she travels to Earth, and after getting a free lunch out Lois takes over her body, but not before Lois is able to `babble hysterically,’ only the babble is really Lois setting things up so that on going back in the Venusian hothouse it proves, due to her freezing ability being weakened by the combination with Lois, it’s too much for Princess Zerma, she spites from Lois, and beats a hasty retreat back to Arctor with Superman feeling pretty smug that yet another space princess has the hots for him. Forget that this lead to him taking the chance of killing Lois by dipping her in the sun.

So that once again an alien… well not menace, let’s say stalker, is defeated by people being fooled into thinking Lois and Superman have something even remotely like a normal close relationship.

Oh… and at no point in the story does anyone call her the Cat.

The second story in this issue involves Lois being bitten by a bug and dreaming that she’s a witch doctor, accidently blinding Lana Lane, curing her and then watching her marry Superman.


Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Origin of Millie Marie and her Housewives & Others

On the 31th of July Millie Marie closed the shop that bore her name, giving, as was her long tradition, the employs and followers of Millie Marie's Housewives & Others the whole of August off with pay.

Millie herself, making sure no one knew where she was going, headed to the airport for her annual pilgrimage to the Greek Isle of Samos.

It was there in 1890 that Millie Marie, then known as Sir Miles Jove St. Maris, a member of what passed in that time as the profession of archaeologist, but who really just spent his time looting the world of the treasures other people and sending it to a new home in London.

His undoing came when he tried to have a more than three thousand year old shrine stone to Hera dug up to be sent to molder away in the depths of the British Museum of Antiquities. To his surprise Hera herself appeared and turned the stodgy forty six year old Brit into a young Greek woman who, if any of the members of his expedition had bothered to really learn, as they had at University, to not just read ancient Greek but speak it as Sir Miles now did, would not have believed her wild claims anyway.

After a thorough search for the missing Sir Miles proved fruitless eventually his crew left calling it a mystery and leaving the shrine stone and the transformed ex-Englishman behind.

By that time St. Maris had become better acquainted with Hera and was told by Her that she would stay just as she was until she had apologized to the Goddess by obtaining 1,111 new followers for her. To help Sir Maris along she granted her immortality and powers far beyond, and considerably weirder, than those of ordinary mortals.

The problem however was that while Hera had given the new woman an immense task, she had not told her how to complete it, “Sir” Miles was left to figure that out on her own.

Knowing that she had to complete the task set before her in ways that where complimentary to the power base of Hera, that is, the matriarchy, fidelity, marriage and domestic harmony, Miles, who now called herself Mary, spent the next 50 years, after that is once again learning English, as an impossibly competent nanny, nurse maid and housekeeper who, using a command of the wind granted her by Hera, flew via umbrella from household to manor house seeing to it that wifeless widowers and misogynists were soon involved in full tilt domesticity, while successful, this lead to not a single new follower of Hera.

Lashed severely for her failings, as only a Goddess can lash someone, the ex-Sir Maris was “encouraged” to try something new.

Mary came up with a radical idea that she had gotten from a new popular media that she had run into due to some of the children she cared for.

Deciding it couldn't do any worse than what she had been doing and so worth a try, Hera turned Mary back into a man, but no ordinary man.
Known now as John Cole, he became the world's first real-life superhero. A superhero who by shouting the name of Hera would change into an oddly costumed woman known as Housewife Man, the hero with the power of 1,000 housewives! Of course for this change to take place it had to be done, while John Cole, in the view of as many people as possible, Hera not really grasping the idea of the super heroic secret identity.

While his / her exploits got a lot of press, and even a run in one of the early comic books, this, after 13 hard bizarre year’s evil fighting, lead to at best only a dozen new followers. Though Hera did give Housewife Man credit for all the philandering and abusive husbands she pounded, wayward hubbies being a pet peeve of the Goddess.

By 1953, the time the John Cole / Housewife Man persona was dropped, and soon forgotten by the public who regarded he / her / they are just a publicity stunt by those nasty Funny Book people, and probably a commie plot of some kind, Sir Miles Jove St. Maris was starting to have a tenuous at best hold on the British gentleman he had been, but with Queen Victoria dead, the era he was comfortable with quickly fading, and only 34 “wins” being counted by Hera, Sir Miles was becoming sure he would never see his ancestral lands and do so as a proper English gentleman again.

It was that year that Hera proved that she meant business about Miles needing to get about finding her worshipers or there would be consequences changing him from John Cole into an impoverished 88 year old Greek woman known as Minthe Melanthakis of the island of Corfu and staying there to get along as best she could until she had reached her even more rheumatic 100th birthday.

The day after that “birthday” Hera, pleased that Minthe had been able via the “talks with a wise woman” route with a number of young girls and random tourists, been able to add 14 more worshipers, turned Minthe into a young woman again so that she went out with renewed vigor to really see about reviving something like Hera worship in the modern world, because “damn it a promise is a promise, and a man must buckle down and do what he is pledged to do, even if he must do it as a woman!” that and Hera's declaration that if the ex-Englishman didn't get really motivated and start trying harder she would discard Miles, let her experience that rejection as a blind 120 year old. Miles

It was from that day that the former British anthropologist abandoned all thoughts of his old life as Sir Miles Jove St. Maris and started thinking of herself as Millie Marie Minthe, and as Millie Marie went about her job in earnest.

Fortunately for Millie, who after Hera's latest transformation of her, seemed to be in her early 20s, the 60s were just the right time to start such an endeavor, from the Hippy movement, to the later Feminist and then the Neo-Pagans in the 70s, from 1965 to 1988 she was able to add 160 new recruits, three times more than she had been able to add in the 95 years before that.

Pleased with her progress Hera then gave Millie some time off, five years to be exact, to do as she pleased. The problem was that after almost 100 years as a woman, and sometimes man for a while, concerned only with growing worship for Hera, Millie didn't know what to do with herself.

Thinking she would find out what had happened with her old pursuit of archeology she enrolled in the University of Pennsylvania and spent three years as just another college girl, which, as with the adventure amongst the hippies, feminists and Neo-Pagans, lead to more changes than she had yet to experience.

The whole time however Millie knew that her time off was ticking away and Hera would soon be back in her life, and only with only 208 recruits found in 98 years it meant she would likely be back even more impatient than before, then Millie had an idea.

Surprising everyone by dropping out at the end of her junior year, the people who knew the impressively sharp and studious young woman would have been even more surprised if they had found out she had left to go to a beauty school.

And then another and more impressive one after that, and another. So that by the end of the remaining two years Millie knew everything there was to modern styling and beauty techniques, then Hera return and Millie told the Goddess her idea.

And so in 1993, on the first of August, Millie Marie's Housewives & Others was opened, this was the first of only three Augusts that the ultra-modern beauty salon would to stay open for business during that month, following that, after three years of normal beauty treatments, and special treatments that only Millie could provide, she began her tradition of closing down the salon and flying to the still untouched old shrine stone on the Isle of Samos where she told Hera about her progress, and while certainly Hera could have just gotten the information by going to Millie herself, as she had for so long, after the third year of averaging over 200 converts a year Hera decided that something more orthodox was called for, and so Millie went to her and with offerings.

The great success in the creation of Hera approved and worshiping women, even if the women in question came didn't exactly know that's what they were doing, came about when after her first five months in business Millie encountered Joey Van Boer, a pushy alpha male who came into the freshly open establishment demanding a haircut, when told that Millie Marie's was a beauty salon he made a dismissive noise and started “so, hair's hair right? Just clip it short and it's all the same, I like ladies to cut my hair, and there ain't nothing but dude barbers in this town, so I'm going to set down and you'll make with the clip, clip clip, and I'll give you a ten, cause that's all I ever pay, and then everybody will be happy. And if I don't get what I want, and get it from the prettiest girl here, you'll do, I'll report you to the better business bureau or spank you are something.” he had said smirking at the last remark and pointing at Millie Marie to the other beauticians surprise Millie, though they could tell she was angry, agreed and telling the others to get back to work led the man into one of the styling cubicles where she could work without being seen, “alright, you know how things work then,” said Van Boer setting down in the chair, “now I just want a trim nothing fancy or girly smelling or wha...” Joey never finished his sentence because as he was making it Millie had stepped behind him and unleashed the full force of the power that Hera had given her to push women toward her approval by the Goddess.

Only where Millie had been giving women the equivalent of a mystical 8 volt zap, what Millie turned loose on Mr. Van Boer had to have been more like 10,000 units of orphic whim wham. Millie had no idea what this would do. What it did, in a brilliant silver and rose flash, was turn Mrs. Joey Van Boer into a woman, “so that's what it looks like when she does that?” thought Millie looking at her first transformation. And quite an alteration it was too.

Van Boer was not just a female version of himself, she was so, Millie judge, an improbable cross and exaggeration of two women from another era seeming to be both June Cleaver, and Mamie Van Doren fussed into one. Having Van Doren's figure, platinum hair and overdone makeup, her huge breasts reinforced with bullet bras that had not been seen since the 50s, at the same time her stylish powder blue 50s dress, heels and hose ensemble was like the ones worn by the mother of “The Bev” right down to the string of pearls. The body wearing it however had never been seen in the old sit-com. And yet there was still somehow something about the women, who seemed to be asleep, that still looked something like Joey Van Boer.

Then the woman's eyes opened. “Oh my this is just terrible!” said the woman in a voice that sounded like Van Boer's, only now as a melodious woman's contralto “oh great, how am I going to handle this?” thought Millie “I've fallen completely asleep how rude of me!” said the new Van Boer getting out chair and examining herself in the mirror, “you shouldn't have let me waste your time that way, I'm sure you have other costumers you have could have been taking care of.” continued the vastly changed former man patting her hair and looking at it from views offered by the angled mirrors in the cubicle. “just perfect!” said the woman apparently indifferent that she had once been a man, “do you mind if I pay with a check?” asked the woman going for a purse that both had not existed a few moment before, and yet matched her shoes. “sure, that's alright” said Millie wondering if she would now remember that her name was Joey and she had been a rather rude man less than five minutes ago.

Bending over a counter in the cubicle to write the check Millie had a visit from her old base self of Sir Miles as she admired the derriere Joey now possessed, “hmm, impressive child bearing hips too,” thought Millie. “I made it out for fifty dollars,” said the woman “that's the right amount isn't it?” “sure, that sounds good,” said Millie who was busy taking in the check “Josie Van Boerin” it read, apparently having not only transformed the person, but changed his ancestral origins from “farmer” to “farmer's wife.” “well I've got to go!” said the woman, “I just remembered that my apartment is an absolute mess! And I have to get right back and clean it up!” with that the woman effervesced out of the salon, seemingly quite comfortable as her new self and having no trouble navigating on the four inch powder blue heels she now did it on.

Later that week when Millie took the check to the bank it cleared with no problem, showing that it seemed she had not only altered the former Mr. Van Boer's reality, she had altered the rest of the world enough for the new Ms. Van Boerin to fit in it.


After that Millie broadened the scope of recruits admitted by seeing to it that she went out of her way to make MMH&O a place that men would feel comfortable coming in by seeing to it that they could not only get haircuts performed by attractive women, but also offering classes in things of use to bachelors, such as how to cook, clean house and empress the ladies with their domestic skills, and when Millie was finished with them the skills of those ladies were impressive indeed.

She soon had it honed to a skill for attracting a particular type of male, such as a type of unpleasant frat-boys she had had a lot of trouble with while at University.

These she saw to it that only she took care of, and she took care of them by unleashing the power that Hera had given her and changing the men into not just women like her, but extreme, parodies almost, of the idea of the modern housewife. And by modern, to Millie who still had a bit of the Victorian in her, which could be any era from 1890 to 2011, but mainly hovering around 1955.

These new women soon became Millie's most dedicated followers, and then members of her staff, so that within five years a dozen and three new MMH&O's were opened around the world, all with at least one staff members empowered by Hera, from the original in Pennsylvania they grew to include ones in other parts of America, then Canada, Great Britain, Germany, Japan, France, Abu Dhabi, and of course Greece.

These salons were not all about transforming women into followers of Hera, or certain types of men into burlesque housewives, but all of them, via Millie's special converts, did some of that often enough.

And so Millie landed on the Isle of Samos and told Hera how things had gone in the last year.

“1,111 thousand this year,” said Millie touching the statue of Hera that over the years had become “theirs,” invoking the number that Hera had given her to convert 121 years ago to set herself free from the Goddesses command, “and isn't that something?” she continued, “the same number as it took me from 1890 to 1998 to complete, and we did it in a year, perhaps we should pull back a little before people start to get suspicious?”

“Yes, just a little,” said Hera in a voice that only Millie, who on reaching that number in `98 and being offered by the Goddess to be turned back into Miles Jove St. Maris and released from her service had said she wanted to stay Millie and keep the salons going and growing, could hear.

“But don't worry about that, it's amazing how much you humans can ignore something if you don't want to see it, but do be a little more discerning in whom you give the special conversions to. That biker gang that you change in Orange county are not really turning into the most honorable of my new housewives, and that entourage of, well we didn't have people like that in my day, the ones you changed and set in that little town in your adopted country, that American town of Fairview, they are simply desperate, I'd like to see less of both types, from now on let’s say quality not quantity is the motto of the epoch.”

Agreeing Millie poured out her libation of wine, a Barbaresco Gaja 2001 it having been a very good year financially for Millie as well her more esoteric successes, to Hera and then left to spend the rest of her time simply enjoying herself. September would be the start of another busy year for her and Millie Marie's Housewives & Others.