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ROBIN GIRL WONDER part 1 - BODY AND MIND
This story is based loosely on drawings done by Fraylim.
If you'd like some background on the characters in this story, please see
their "biographies" at WikiPedia.
This is a work of fan-fiction that includes characters owned by DC Comics.
It is not intended to damage their copyright in any way.
Tim Drake was in bed thinking about his plan; wondering if he could really
carry it out. It was daybreak and the birds outside sang a welcome to the
sun. Bruce would return soon from patrol and Alfred would prepare
breakfast. But for now, all was quiet in stately Wayne Manor.
He stretched and the satin sheets pulled across his nipples in a way that
sent tingles down his spine. Tim sighed, dejected by this reminder of his
new body.
Three weeks ago, Tim (as Batman's sidekick Robin) had stumbled across that
the super-villain Poison Ivy. Ivy captured him and injected him with a
mysterious serum. When he woke up, he was alone in a warehouse. Over the
course of a week, the serum altered his body, changing him from a normal
young man to an extremely attractive girl. Well ... she-male actually. His
male equipment was now tiny, but still there.
Doctors tried to find a cure, but had little hope. Even if they found
something, changing Tim's body back so soon after his first transformation
might be deadly.
With each passing day, Tim Drake ... Robin ... resigned himself a little
more to being a "girl" for the rest of his life.
He padded barefoot to the bathroom and cringed at the sight of himself in
the mirror. The baby-doll nightgown he wore was pink and so sheer that it
was see-through. It only extended to mid-buns, which were bare because the
pantie was a thong.
Tim cursed Barbara Gordon in his mind. That crazy redhead bought him some
"girl clothes", but they were all super-sexy. She said it was to force him
to adjust faster, but he figured she was trying to embarrass him just for
the fun of it.
He was trying to get in shape so he could rejoin Batman as a crime-
fighter, but his diminutive new body didn't have much potential for
muscular development. He was now only 5'2" and 105 pounds.
What this body lacked in mass, it made up for in cuteness. Tim sighed
again. The new-him had a very pretty face, full C-cup breasts, a tiny
waist, and a standout bubble butt. He measured 32-24-32.
Well, his attractiveness was critical to the success of his plan, if he
had the nerve to pull it off. Tim was tired of sitting around Wayne Manor,
day after day. He had to do something useful with his time.
He had an idea. An idea born of his new status as a pretty she-male. Crime
boss Rocco Bruchetti owned a t-girl (she-male) nightclub, from which Rocco
was known to oversee his criminal activities. Tim planned to go undercover
in the club.
***
Bruce Wayne objected strongly to Tim's idea, saying it was too risky. But
Barbara Gordon and Tim eventually talked him into it. Barbara knew that
Tim needed to feel useful, and that he could take care of himself.
To implement the plan, Tim took the name "Robin" Drake and created a cover
story that was close to the truth, so it would be hard to trip him up. In
the cover story, "Robin" had moved into Wayne Manor after the death of her
parents, because the Wayne Manor butler is her grandfather.
***
Barbara said Tim should dress sexy when he applied for a job at the club,
but "Robin" was having none of that. He was stressed enough, and how sexy
did you have to dress to apply for a waitress job? He wore the one pair of
jeans that Barbara had bought, a black t-shirt and sneakers.
Robin entered Club T soon after it opened at 4 p.m. The only people there
were three employees, and they all stopped what they were doing to stare
at her. Great. She identified the one that appeared to be in charge and
introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Robin Drake. Do you need any waitresses? I'm
looking for a job."
The man slowly looked her up and down. "I'm Jake Harper, the manager of
this joint." He shook her hand. "Do you know what kind of club this is?"
She nodded. "It's a t-girl club."
"Right. So we only hire t-girls, not born-girls."
Robin blushed. "I'm a t-girl."
Jake raised an eyebrow and looked at her crotch. "I'm gonna need proof.
Drop the jeans."
Robin's eyes bugged out. "Right here?"
The manager laughed, "If you're too embarrassed to do that, you'll never
be able to work here."
Robin frowned, but undid her belt and jeans, and slid them down. Her thong
panties showed the outline of a tiny cock and balls.
"The panties too. I want to be sure."
She gave him a nasty look, but complied.
"You got the goods alright," Jake admitted, and Robin quickly pulled up
her pants. "Listen doll, we don't need any more waitresses, but we could
use a pretty girl like you as a performer. The money's a lot better than
shlepping drinks."
Robin couldn't give up on his plan before it even started. She reluctantly
agreed to try being a dancer.
Jake introduced her to Lisa, one of Club T's veteran dancers. Lisa spent
the afternoon teaching Robin a few simple dance routines.
***
On her first night as a performer at Club T, Robin was as nervous as a
long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She entered the dressing
room and Lisa was there to greet her.
"Hi, kid," the older t-girl said, "are you ready for your big night?"
"I don't know if I can do it, Lisa," Robin admitted. "I'm so nervous I
feel like I'm going to puke."
"Here's something that will make you feel better. Your costumes are here!
Look how cute they are!"
Robin was so tiny that costumes weren't readily available in her size.
These 3 new ones were custom-made. She was embarrassed by how abbreviated
the outfits were, and more embarrassed by the thought that she'd be
stripping out of them on stage.
"Oh God. I really am going to puke!"
"Relax. You did fine in practice and there's not a big crowd tonight. Now
get dressed. You're on in about 20 minutes."
Robin would do her first dance dressed as a french maid. The outfit
consisted of a tiny black dress that didn't even cover all of her ass in
back, a white apron, a black choker, cap, thong panties, garter belt,
stockings and heels. The dress had a velcro closure in back, for quick
removal.
Robin put it all on and sat silently waiting for her turn on stage. She
literally shook with nerves.
Then the host was announcing, "Tonight we have a special treat for you.
The very first time on stage for the cutest little 'girl-with-something-
extra' that you will ever see. Let's give a warm welcome to ... Robin!"
The music started and Robin thought she was performing the dance routine
well, but she was getting a strange reaction from the crowd. Men were
shaking their heads and frowning. She didn't know what was going on until
she heard one loudmouth say, "No fucking way. That's no t-girl. That's a
born-girl."
Robin stumbled and nearly fell. They didn't believe she was a boy!
Suddenly she was furious! Was she going to fail in her mission because she
was too pretty to be a believable "chick with a dick"? No!
Robin broke the routine and began improvising. She pulled off the apron
and ripped off the dress. Her perky perfect boobs hung naked and free. She
shook them and at the same time thrust her panty-clad groin toward the man
who had said, "no fucking way."
The outline of her little prick and balls were clearly visible in her thin
thong panties. She slowly rotated her groin so all these perverts could
get a good look. The crowd was silent for a moment, then burst out in wild
cheers and applause.
Robin blushed prettily as she smiled. She was a hit!
***
Two people watched Robin's performance from the owner's private office.
They were shielded from the crowd by one-way mirrors, but could see the
action clearly.
Poison Ivy noticed Rocco Bruchetti's intense appreciation of Robin's act.
She said, "Test the drug on that one. I'm sure you'll like the results."
"I think I will," the crime boss replied. "She's new and I haven't tried
her yet."
"When it works, I'll expect you to order at least 100,000 doses."
"If it works, I'll be able to move a lot more than that."
***
Robin's third and final act of the night was done in a "naughty
schoolgirl" outfit, to the delight of the crowd. Her hair was still in
pigtails as she finished a post-act lap-dance and headed for the dressing
room. She was naked except for garter belt, thong, stockings and heels.
She felt surprisingly good. She was just acting a part and didn't feel
like the "real" her was even here. The men loved her, so she was sure
she'd soon be a regular performer at the club. And she was making huge
tips.
Rocco Bruchetti blocked Robin's way in the hall to the dressing room.
"Hello beautiful," Rocco said. The crime boss backed Robin against a wall,
putting a beefy arm against the wall to either side of the little t-girl.
Robin was trapped.
Robin covered her naked tits with her hands and blushed. "H-hello, s-sir."
Bruchetti chuckled. "You don't have to 'sir' me, babe. I may own this
joint, but all the girls just call me Rocky."
"O-okay, Rocky," Robin stammered. It was impossible not to be intimidated
by the big man who towered over her. Robin found it difficult to look the
man in the eye.
Bruchetti enjoyed the effect he had on this delectable little sissy. "I
like your act, Robin, and I want to get to know you better. Come out with
me tomorrow night. I'll take you to dinner and dancing at the Angels
Club."
The Angels Club was Gotham's most sophisticated nightclub. "I-I'm supposed
to work tomorrow night."
"I can change that."
"But I need the money."
Bruchetti frowned, annoyed at the tiny t-girl's reluctance. "I'll make it
up to you."
Robin knew she was skating on thin ice. She wasn't ready to be alone with
Bruchetti, or any other man, but this was a golden opportunity to gather
inside information. "O-okay. I'd love to, Rocky."
"Great. Where do you live? I'll pick you up at 7."
***
And that was why crime boss Rocco Bruchetti appeared at the Wayne Manor
servant's entrance on a Saturday night.
Batman and Barbara both thought this date was dangerous. Heck, Robin
agreed with them, but she had no choice. Her plan to infiltrate
Bruchetti's organization was working and she had to follow-through.
So, with Barbara's help, Robin prepared for her first date with a man. A
trip to the salon brought new style to her short black hair. A manicure
gave her deep red nails, and a visit to the make-up counter at a swank
department store got her smoky grey eye-shadow and ruby red lipstick.
At the same department store, Barbara bought Robin a lacy strapless bra,
and matching panties and garter belt. Her new subtly patterned grey
stockings had a sexy seam up the back.
Barbara knew exactly the dress she wanted for Robin. It was a little red
off-the-shoulder number made of lustrous silk. The dress beautifully
displayed the tops of Robin's tits, and it was so short that it exposed
her garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings. Barbara told her not
to worry -- this was the perfect sexy look for the Angels Club.
Red earrings, a red choker, and tall black leather high-heel boots
completed Robin's outfit. She looked like a million bucks, and was ready
just in time for Rocco's arrival.
Robin opened the door and Bruchetti devoured her beauty with hungry eyes.
Robin blushed and looked down. The boss wore a fashionable black suit with
a red silk tie that matched Robin's dress. They were a perfect couple.
This was going to be a difficult night.
Bruchetti gathered Robin in his arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You're a real stunner, Robin. Thank you for going out with me," the big
man said sincerely.
"My pleasure, Rocky. Thank you for inviting me."
Rocco opened the door of his sports car for Robin and was rewarded with a
a flash of panties below the short hem of the dress as the boy-girl got
in.
As they drove to the club, Rocco said, "I hope you don't mind me asking,
but how did a boy ever get as pretty as you?"
Robin shrugged. "Just lucky I guess."
"Come on. A body like that doesn't just grow on a boy. And those tits look
real. You must've been on hormones forever."
Robin thought fast. "Y-you're right. My mother always wanted a girl and
she started me on drugs as soon as I was born. I suppose it was a terrible
thing to do, but it's worked out alright."
"Better than alright," Rocco said with an appreciative glance.
Robin couldn't help but smile. Maybe she could twist Rocco around her
little finger.
***
People on the street and in the restaurant stared, wondering if the
gorgeous couple were celebrities. Rocco and Robin overheard many comments,
but they soon tuned all that out.
Rocco ordered a scotch, and got Robin a rum and Coke. An elderly man at
another table stared at Robin with his mouth hanging open and a thin line
of drool ran down his chin. Robin found this hilarious and as she tried to
restrain her laughter she spilled a few drops of her drink onto the bare
top of her breast. She tried to wipe it discreetly, but every male eye in
the room was glued to her, including her date's.
The food service was slow so one drink led to two, then three. The alcohol
relaxed Robin and they chatted happily about the characters at Club T,
about living at Wayne Manor, and even about sports. Robin was actually
having a good time.
Finally they got out of the restaurant and headed for the nightclub.
When they stood up from the table, Robin realized she had a good buzz
going. They joked and laughed as they walked to the club. A man made a
rude comment to Robin and Rocco instinctively put his arm around the boy-
girl's waist and pulled her closer. Robin decided to play the part to the
hilt, and leaned against Rocky the rest of the way to the club.
The nightclub was dark, crowded and warm. Robin was nervous again as she
realized she would soon be dancing in public with a man, so she ordered
more drinks. The band played old ballads and a wonderfully expressive
singer sang torch songs. The wooden dance floor was packed with slow-
dancing couples. The drinks, the crowd and the darkness soon calmed
Robin's nerves.
Rocco grabbed Robin's hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. They
stayed to the side, in the deep shadows and out of the way of the other
couples. Rocco led Robin through a few basic steps, and was happy to see
that the boy-girl was an enthusiastic learner. They practiced and danced
and Robin became more comfortable following Rocco's lead. They rested, had
more drinks, and danced more.
By eleven o'clock Robin had tripped a few times and was leaning on Rocco
to keep from falling.
By midnight, Robin had consumed seven rum and Cokes. Her head swam and
they laughed and clung to one another on the dance floor. Robin pressed
her tits against Rocco and enjoyed the sensation.
By one o'clock Rocco's arms were around Robin's tiny waist and the t-
girl's were around his neck. They were silent as Robin rested her head on
the big man's broad chest.
At two o'clock, the club closed and the couple quietly made their way to
the car. The night was chilly and Robin leaned against Rocco for warmth.
Somehow Rocco managed to drive to his building without being stopped by a
cop. Robin didn't say a word in the car; her mind was a swirl of booze and
sexual tension. She was too drunk to care where Rocco was taking her.
They rode the elevator to Bruchetti's penthouse. Rocco opened the door and
followed Robin in. The door closed behind them, Robin turned and Rocco
swept her into an embrace.
The kiss was disturbingly long and hot for Robin. She finally pushed Rocco
away. "I-I can't."
Rocco grinned. "You can't what, little girl?"
"I-I can't kiss a man. I'm not ready."
"I think you are, but I respect your wishes." He released Robin from the
embrace.
Robin instantly felt bereft and wanted those strong arms back around her.
What was happening to her?
Rocco fixed coffee while Robin slumped on the sofa. "Drink this," Rocco
told her, "it will make you feel better."
"Thanks." Robin tasted it and it was good. She slowly drank it all as they
talked.
***
Robin didn't know that the coffee was laced with a powerful new
psychotropic drug produced by Poison Ivy. It makes the victim extremely
open to suggestion.
Rocco didn't know that Robin's altered body chemistry made the drug
greatly more potent than usual.
Robin's mind was soon a puddle of clay, ready to be molded by the crime
boss. She stared at nothing with a blank look on her face.
"Robin, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Robin, I want you to repeat everything I say. And when you say it, you
will know it is the absolute truth. Do you understand?"
"The truth. I understand."
"Good. Robin, repeat after me -- you want me."
"I want you."
"You want to kiss me."
"I want to kiss you."
"You want to suck my cock."
"I want to suck your cock."
"You want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me."
"You need me to fuck you."
"I need you to fuck me."
"You can't say no to me."
"I can't say no to you."
"You'll do anything I ask."
"I'll do anything you ask."
"You are absolutely loyal to me."
"I'm absolutely loyal to you."
"You'll never betray me."
"I'll never betray you."
Robin repeated the commands for twenty minutes, until the mind-control
drug finally began to wear off. Twenty long minutes as her mind processed
and accepted a new way of thinking.
***
"W-what happened?" Robin asked when she woke. Rocco was sitting next to
her on the sofa.
"You passed out, honey," Rocco replied. "Too much to drink." He put his
arms around her and pulled her toward him. "Are you okay now?"
"Uhh huh," she murmured. Her head was spinning. She was so happy that
Rocky was here; he was so nice! She leaned into him for a tongue-dueling
kiss.
Rocco was ecstatic. The drug appeared to work. One more test. "Suck my
cock, baby."
Robin blinked and hesitated. She couldn't do that! Or could she? Her hand
was already unzipping him and fishing out his dick. As she lowered her
head, Robin thought, "I'm just playing a part. That's all this is. That's
why I can do this. I don't really want to."
Rocco's cock was long, about 9 inches, but not very thick. Robin wrapped
her plump red lips around it and shuddered slightly at the taste. She
slowly went down on it, while using her tongue to caress the hot meat.
Rocco grabbed her head and plunged it up and down his cock a few times. He
was getting harder by the second. He pushed her off of him, then stood and
carried her to the bedroom.
Rocco began to take off his suit and ordered, "Strip for me, Robin."
Robin knew this was all going too far, but somehow she couldn't figure out
how to stop it. At least stripping was something she knew how to do. She
decided to put on a good show for Rocky. Slowly and sexily, Robin peeled
off her dress, all the while maintaining eye contact with Rocco. Her bra
and thong followed in a tantalizing display. He told her to leave on her
choker, garter belt and stockings.
Rocco produced lube from the bathroom and greased his dick, then Robin's
puckered ass. Part of Robin wanted to scream and run, but another part had
her trembling with excitement. She wriggled her ass as a slick finger
worked its way up her poop chute. "You're a tight one, babe," he
complimented her. "This is going to be fun."
Rocco bent her over the edge of his bed, then gripped her waist and slowly
but forcefully pushed his dick against the entrance to her ass. Her tight
sphincter kept the intruder out. "Relax," he commanded her, and just like
that, she did.
Agonizingly, he forced his way into her. The first few inches stretched
her tight ring to the breaking point and Robin let out a low moan, "Uhhh."
He jerked and jammed in another inch. "Yes," he said. "Groan and moan all
you want, Robin. I want to hear what I'm doing to you as well as feel it."
More pressure and another inch. "Ah!" Soon her groans strung together as
they flowed from her mouth. Relentlessly he pushed forward, never
retreating.
Finally his balls bumped against hers and his cock was fully inside.
Robin's mind boggled. She was impaled on a man!
Robin reasoned that this was what happened to slutty little babes who
danced topless in public; they got fucked. Fucked a lot. And they liked
it.
Robin turned her head to see. Rocco's hands calmly held her waist and his
belly was right up against her butt. He looked as amazed as her.
"You took it all the very first time," he said with admiration. "Take deep
breaths and relax, Robin. It might help you get used to it."
She did as he suggested and bent her back more. She seemed to find a
better angle and her ass muscles rippled along the length of him.
"Damn that's good," he gasped. "Are you ready to be fucked?"
"Rocky, I think I'm already fucked."
He laughed and slowly retreated from her. God, she felt so empty as he
left.
When just the head remained in he paused. Then with one strong surge that
slammed her against the bed, he was all the way in again.
Slowly out. Slammed back in. Over and over.
It became easier to take him and pleasurable sensations overwhelmed
Robin's pain. She began to buck back against his strokes.
He reached under her to jerk her boy-clit in time with his thrusts. "Cum
with me, Robin!"
She obeyed. His cock swelled in her then splashed hot cum into her bowels.
Robin's whole body jerked and thrashed as her little prick squirted thin
streams all over the bed.
Then blackness enveloped her.
When Robin regained consciousness she was cradled in Rocco's arms. Her
head was against his broad chest and she had no urge to move it. They sat
on the bed and he held her as easily as she could hold a baby.
"You gave me a scare for a moment, Robin," he said with real concern in
his voice.
"W-what happened?"
"I fucked your ass."
She frowned. "After that."
"You screamed and sprayed the bed with your cum. Then you went limp while
I pumped your butt full of cum. We made a sticky mess," he explained.
Robin shivered and snuggled against him. For a few minutes Bruchetti
gently rocked the tiny she-male in his arms.
"Do you want to get up?" he softly asked.
"No," she truthfully replied. "Not unless you want me to."
"No," he simply said. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
"Wow," she gasped then giggled. They continued smooching until she felt
his cock stir. His fingers played with her ass and she ached to have him
back in there.
Rocco was sitting on the edge of the bed. He easily lifted Robin and
turned her to face him, her legs straddling him. She was eased down until
his cock-head nudged into her butt. She kissed him as he patiently lowered
her onto him.
She was so wet from lube and cum that there was no pain, just fullness and
sensation. Soon she had it all and she reveled in the possession of it.
She helped move herself up and down that impaling rod. It was the most
sensuous sex Robin had ever had, as a boy or a girl, and it lasted a long
time.
When Rocco was ready, he ordered Robin to orgasm again. This time she
didn't pass out and it was pure bliss. She felt energy surge through her
and threaten to blow the top of her head off again. She held him tight as
the quakes diminished.
After kissing for a while, the new lovers curled together and fell asleep.
***
Rocco dropped Robin back at Wayne Manor at about 7 a.m. She was looking
very disheveled. Alfred raised an eyebrow but said nothing but "good
morning."
Before she could reply to the greeting, Bruce arrived back from patrol as
Batman. "Are you just getting in?" he asked Robin. "Where have you been?"
Robin was annoyed his tone. "We went out to the beach to watch the
sunrise. I thought you'd be happy; Rocco had some very interesting things
to say."
Bruce was all ears as Robin said that members of most of the gangs in
Gotham were regulars at Club T. And they all tell the girls too much. So
Rocco knew what all the gangs were up to. Robin passed on info about
upcoming jobs of other gangs. Batman was pleased with the information and
praised Robin's efforts.
Robin smiled. She'd stayed true to Rocky -- by ratting out the other
gangs, she was helping to eliminate his competition. And of course she'd
also helped Batman.
***
Days passed, and Robin was out very late every night. On Monday,
Wednesday, Friday and Saturdays she danced in the club. Each night, after
her final act, Rocco would call her into his private office for a little
fun.
Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday nights were Robin's date nights with
Bruchetti. She quivered with anticipation as she waited for him to pick
her up, and she always kissed him hard as a greeting at the door.
She didn't care what Bruce, Alfred or Barbara Gordon thought. They knew
she spent a lot of time with the crime boss, but they seemed too
uncomfortable with the topic to ask her what she did with him. Not that
she'd tell them anyway.
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