Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lex's brain was still processing the hair in her hand. She ran her fingers through it to see if it was real and tugged it to make sure it was actually hers. She ran her hands through the thick red curls, her face stuck in total amazement. She looked at Anatoly, caught what he said and looked down, right at a rather nice set of breasts. She looked back up with panic in her eyes. The hair was bad enough for a bald man but to be a woman as well?

She couldn't even speak as she disentangled one hand from her hair and reached down to feel said breasts. Yep, real and yep, hers. Then her hand ventured further down to discover, yep no penis. While her other hand stayed tangled in her hair, her other hand no sought out Anatoly, just needing to ground herself as she fought to take deep breaths.

Sure things had gotten weird in Smallville but the least it had ever done to his person was take his hair. This? Was disconcerting.