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Bat Man: Young Lady
Note: This is the third part of my Batman series, which begins with
Batman: Girlhood, and follows with Batman: Young Miss. You may want
to read the first two parts before perusing this chapter, as the story
here recalls many events from the previous installments.
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Batman had never felt so safe, so protected. When Robin had scooped him
up in those powerful arms, Batman had started with surprise and almost
jerked free, but instead he'd instinctively thrown his arms around
Robin's neck, cradle his head against that powerful shoulder, and closed
his eyes. It felt, he felt, it was...
Wow, he thought, taking a deep breath, inhaling the heavy, sweaty musk
of the man. He could feel his own soft breast press against Robin's
rock hard chest, feel the warmth of their bodies.... he opened his eyes
and glanced up through his lashes at Robin's square chin, firm, angry
eyes... and felt himself getting... oh!... wet...
Somewhere, a tiny male voice objected, but it was tired and weak and
strained... and Batman thought-- oh, just shut up... and closed his eyes
and thought of what it would be like to feel this way forever.
The trip back to Wayne Manor, a blur. He remembered being lowered
gently into the passenger side of the Batmobile, Robin getting behind
the wheel. He'd pulled his cape around to cover his soft white breasts,
more embarrassed by the hard nipples and what they suggested than the
fact that he had breasts, and he's sat there, his knees tight together,
and just drank it all in... the scream, the fear, the sweet, feminine
thrill of being rescued... being carried to safety... all kinds of
switches were being thrown in that girly brain of his... wants and needs
emerging ... strange new dreams and desires...
Oh, Robin.. he thought, glancing at the man, the shock of jet black
hair... those eyes...
Then, he was curled up on couch in the manner, a blanket around his
shoulders, Batgirl sitting next to him with a comforting hand on his
shoulder, and Robin handing him a glass of wine.
"What's going on?" Robin said, a hint of anger in his voice. "Are you
turning into a woman?"
"No," Batman answered, a little surprised that he was still speaking in
that high, pretty girl's voice that had come over him when the Joker
had.. well...
"Then explain what just happened," Robin said.
Batman felt his heart flutter. He is such a... man... he thought. So
commanding.
"She... he... just had a terrifying experience," Batgirl objected.
Batman gave the other woman a thankful glance. "I am not turning into a
woman," Batman said. "I am a... female already. I am a woman." It was
the first time he told anyone, admitted out loud to other people his new
sex, and he felt relieved to be unburdened of the secret.
"What? But, except for the... well, mostly you still..."
"Where it counts most," Batman answered, feeling himself flush, "I am
female."
"You mean?" Robin caught himself glancing down, caught himself and
instead turned his back, walking toward the fireplace.
Batman didn't answer. He didn't like talking about it too explicitly,
neither as a girl or a guy.
"When?" Batgirl asked.
"When I was kidnapped. They used... I suspect magic. I had female
primary characteristics when I escaped."
"So, that's what..."
"What?"
"I thought you smelled funny at one point, but then I couldn't make
sense of it."
"Maybe when I had my... monthly visitor."
"Mmmmmmm... you stopped smelling like a man."
"Guy in the room," Robin said.
The two women exchanged knowing glance. Men. Why were they so squeamish
about menstruation?
"I wish you had told me," Batgirl said.
"I was embarrassed. Ashamed. Outwardly, I still looked like a man, so
I thought I would just live with it until I could get back on the case."
"But then the crime spree hit."
"Exactly, and my body started changing more, I got my boobs, and lost
muscle, and there was never time to get to solving my case because I was
too busy trying to protect Gotham." Batman yawned. He suddenly felt
very, very tired.
"So now what?" Batgirl asked.
"We need to find who did this to him. Change him back."
"Okay, let's go and..."
But Batman drifted off, barely aware as once again Robin carried him off
and lay him gently into bed, where he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Gradually, the darkness cleared and Batman found himself returning to
consciousness. He lay for a time, warm and cozy beneath the covers,
luxuriating in the bed. What day was it? What did he have to do today?
He didn't know and nothing. Nothing. He could just lay in bed all
day... and then he sat bolt upright seized with the sudden fear and
certainty that he'd been recaptured, that he was back in...
Wayne Manor. His bedroom. It all seemed right, but he didn't. The
breasts that swayed on his chest were much larger... and his hair... he
could feel it flowing down his back, over his shoulders, swaying across
the tops of his breasts and over his smooth shoulders...
Pulling the covers aside he slid from the bed, and started toward the
mirror, grabbing the waist of his too large pajama bottoms as he almost
tripped over the pant legs, and padded over to the mirror.
I'm pretty, he thought, looking at the slender female in the mirror. He
was filled with pleasure and relief, almost joy at the recognition. The
changes had been dramatic. His eyes were still blue, but big and framed
with a bouquet of curly, girly lashes. He looked himself over, taking
it in... the tiny nose, the full lips and... my skin is glowing!... he
admired his slender arms, the sweet, soft shoulders... and boobs! Not
the little girl boobs he'd had before, but a woman's full, pert
breasts... a woman's figure... slender waist... wide, round hips... tiny
wrists and a long, slender neck... He turned and admired his curvy
shape from every angle, pulling the pajamas close to his body to
emphasize the sweet roundness of his form... before finally getting up
the courage to slip that absurd pajama top from his shoulders and step
out of the pajama pants and look at his naked form.. the roundness of
his slender legs... the sway of his breasts, the thick mane of wavy jet
black hair... and again, his skin... so soft, so radiant... the dramatic
curve of the small of his back, and the high, coltish behind...
Pretty... I am a pretty girl...
He hugged himself and smiled...
Where would we walk?
Where would we run?
If we could stay all day in the sun?
Just you and me
And I could be
Part of your world
Oh my God, he thought suddenly, turning from the mirror. Robin.
Barbara. Where are they? What's going on? How long was I asleep?
He hurried over to the wardrobe, grabbed a still too large bathrobe,
wrapped it around his tiny frame and rushed out. "Alfred," he cried
prettily, one hand to his soft cheek while he used the other to hold the
top of the robe closed. "Alfred!"
No answer. He felt his heart racing... panic... maybe he had been
recaptured... this was all another part of his conditioning... maybe he
should just... hide! He thought. I'll hide. Scream for... Superman...
he'll hear, and then he'll come and tell me what to do, and...
Wait, he thought. Take a deep breath. You are a man. Or at least a
woman. Not some little girl.
He thought of himself in the mirror. The pretty little female, so
small, those tiny little arms... so vulnerable...
No! Stop. It's part of the spell. No. You are not the man you used
to be physically. But you still have a working brain, so stop acting
like some ditzy broad and be a man.
The Bat Cave. Yes. But first, clothes.
Closing his eyes, Batman took a deep breath. Then another. Then,
pulling his hair back of his shoulders, he stood up straight, threw his
shoulders back and walked back to his room.
There. On the dresser. A note. If you wake up while we are gone,
check the computer. There are clothes that should fit in the top right
drawer. Barb.
He pulled open the top right drawer. Sweatshirt. Jeans. Gender
neutral. Thank you. Sports bra. He felt his skin tingle as the
thought suddenly raced through his head-- did Robin see me? Like this?
He imagined Robin looking at him sleeping, his saw himself, pretty face
peaceful in sleep, his long dark hair spread out across the white
sheets, his soft breasts gently rising and falling, and Robin looking up
him, at his small, soft body, taking in those slender arms and soft,
girlish thighs...
He thought for a moment again about being in Robin's arms... the smell
of him... then pushed the thought out of his head and wiggled into the
bra he really needed now. Pulling on the other clothes, he allowed
himself the luxury of pausing for a minute to brush out his hair, then
pulled it back and tied it into a pony tail with a band Barb had
thoughtfully left for him.
And then, down to the Bat Cave, where he found... Robin and Barbara on
the computer. Relief swept over him, and he fought back tears of
relief. "Hi, guys," he said sheepishly.
They turned and jumped up. "Bruce!" Barbara yelled, rushing over and
hugging the smaller woman. Robin stood away from them, behind the chair
where he'd been sitting. "How do you feel?"
"Pretty?" Batman answered, immediately blushing.
"You are pretty," Barb said looking him up and down. "I'm jealous."
"Oh, no," Batman said, glancing at Robin, but he had turned away.
"I meant physically."
"I know," Batman said. "I feel... great. "
"We've been monitoring your vitals... you are a healthy young... um..."
".. woman," Barbara finished. "But I am sure you noticed."
Batman giggled.
"I need to do some things," Robin said. "I'll let you two... girls...
catch up." And with that he was gone.
"Problem?" Batman said.
"Of course. Do I really need to paint you a picture?"
"Please do. I have been a little out of it."
"Um... his father figure, the man who raised him, who he always admired,
is now a super cute little female, and he finds himself having feelings
toward her... boy feelings..."
"Feeling? Toward...?"
"Bruce, every straight guy on earth is going to have feelings for you
now."
"Not, I don't think..."
"You are that hot."
Bruce put his fingertips to his lips. "What should I do?"
"Keep wearing baggy clothes, and give him lots of space. Also, it would
help a lot of you turn back into a man."
"No kidding."
Barbara giggled.
"What?"
"I can't believe how hot you are."
"Come on."
"No. I know. It'll just take some time. It's hard to even process
that I am talking to Bruce Wayne right now."
"It's hard to feel like Bruce Wayne."
"I guess we'll all get used to it."
"I hope not," he answered. "So, any luck finding Miss Sarah?"
"We're tracking her down, Bruce. We've found several other victims.
The case file is all on the computer."
"I'll take a look. See if anything jumps out at me."
"Good, we can..."
And the alarm went off. Batgirl rushed to the console. "Solomon
Grundy."
Robin was back in a flash, and they all three raced to the Bat mobile.
"Bruce?" Robin said.
"What?" he answered, though he knew from the man's tone what he was
about to say.
"You can't come. It's too dangerous for you."
"I'm still Batman," he said.
"No," Robin said. "You aren't."
Batman started to get into the vehicle, but Robin grabbed him by the
shoulders and pushed him away. "Just stay here in the Bat Cave."
"And what?" Batman shrieked, struggling to break Robin's grip. "Be a
good little girl?"
"Bruce, he's right," Barbara said.
"You, too?" Bruce said. "You're a woman, too."
""It's the spell, Bruce. You're so girly now..."
"See?" Robin said. "So just..."
"No," and Batman tried a throw, but instead of sending Robin flying he
found himself pinned on his back, Robin on top, holding his wrists down.
He pushed and wiggled, but finding himself so weak and powerless, he
finally gave up and accepted that Robin was just too strong. Some more
switches went off... He was helpless... and he kinda liked it....
"Let me go," he said softly.
"Not until you promise to just stay here in the cave."
"Okay," he said, petulantly. "But we'll talk about this."
"Later."
"Later."
Robin paused. Their faces were close, so close. Batman could feel his
breasts pressing against Robin's chest, was aware, suddenly, of Robin's
body there caged in his soft thighs, and he found himself staring into
Robin's eyes, losing himself, seeing something there, he felt his own
lips parting, closed his eyes and titled his head back, and Robin ran
his fingers gently across Batman's cheek, Batman sighing softly as a
thrill ran right from his cheek right down to his curling toes...
And then, suddenly, Robin was gone, jumping into the Bat Mobile and
racing off into danger, leaving Bruce laying there, a ball of confusion-
- girlish disappointment and mannish shame.
"Boys!" He thought angrily, getting to his feet and walking over to the
computer. Part of him, though, more of him than he would have liked,
was... thrilled? Thrilled. Thrilled that Robin wanted to protect him,
take care of him...
But Barbara's words came back to him. He had been like a father to the
young man, and he needed to remember that. It wasn't fair.. to either
to them... Robin was so cute...
Stop! Think about something else. The Miss Sarah file. He looked over
it, keeping one ear on the satellite transmissions coming from Robin,
Barbara and the police.
And, looking over the file, he saw, that, yes, they were very close to
getting to her...
The other victims. Was there a pattern? A Saudi Sheik... now a
gorgeous and very happy young mother, sooo very blonde... an Israeli
intelligence officer... wow! What a pretty face he'd ended up with....
Bruce found himself admiring her deep black eyes, and ... a Chinese
mining official... Asian girls always had such pretty hair... Russian
oil minister, smaller than Bruce was now almost like a really pretty
boy... Japanese shipping magnate gone the other way, supermodel tall and
busty... The men had all been put into marriages, and all but the last
was either a mother or pregnant... such beautiful babies, too, it was
really hard to see it as a bad thing really, they were all super pretty,
happy, with great husbands and lovely children, any girl would love to
have those lives, he thought.
And why not? Have a husband to worry about work and money and all the
stresses of life, and he could just focus on being a mommy and spending
daddy's money... He saw himself, dressed in a polka dot summer dress
that showed off his pretty shoulders, pushing a baby carriage, a pearl
necklace and a big, straw hat with lots of ribbon and... oh, the girls
would meet for coffee and do book clubs and chit chat...
Stop. Stop. He thought. Think about your parents. Watching them
murdered. You really think you can be happy living the rest of your
life in skirts, shopping for shoes and having babies?
You are Batman. Get a grip.
He turned his attention back to the file.
The first thing that now seemed likely: they were not trying to turn
Batman into a woman. That assumption was part of what had left him with
no leads. These people had targeted Bruce Wayne.
They had been moving geographically... starting in the middle east,
heading to the east and then to America...
And... yes... someone was building an empire. In each case, the
successor to the man who'd been turned into a woman had made drastic
changes in business strategy, and though the changes had all been ones
that benefitted different companies and entities, Bruce was willing to
bet his pretty ass that those shell companies would all lead back to one
entity. But who?
Not Miss Sarah. It was obvious, suddenly, she was just a hireling. No.
She was just following orders. But who? Who had wanted to turn Bruce
Wayne into someone's trophy wife?
Carstairs. Of course. He'd been trying to force Bruce out, had even
said something... what? Something that had made Bruce almost wonder if
Carstairs had guessed his secret. But what about Tyler Horatio? Was he
an agent? Had he handed his company to a conspirator? Or was Tyler in
danger? No. Yes. Kinda maybe? Bruce thought. "Sorta?"
He bit his lip. What to do? And a plan occurred to him. All he would
need was a voice modulator, and he could investigate without anyone
knowing any better. I'll show Robin what this girly girl can do, he
thought with a smile. He wouldn't tell them what he was up to. No. He
would just say they were right and he was going to stay nice and safe in
his new penthouse being a good girl like they wanted.
And in no time at all he had rigged up the modulator and called his
successor.
"Bruce," Tyler said warmly. "How's retirement?"
"Couldn't be better," Bruce answered, concentrating to make sure he used
male cadences and inflections. "But I do need a favor."
* * *
"So," Tyler said, taking Bruce's small, soft hand and shaking it.
"You're Bruce Wayne's cousin. Paige?"
"Yes, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Horatio." He's so tall,
Bruce thought, looking up at the man. Or I'm so small. He felt that
same feeling he'd felt the last time they had been together-- safe.
He'd been silly to even think that Tyler could be in on it, but there
was still danger, and he would investigate and see if he could find out
what was going on from this side. How did they intend to turn Tyler?
The very thought that they planned to do something to Tyler made him
angry.
Carstairs! I'd like to see him end up in a dress when this is all over!
Wouldn't that be sweet? He pictured Carstairs as a blonde bimbo,
mincing in heels, mini-skirted with huge bouncing boobs, clutching a
tiny little purse, big hoop earrings swaying...
Tyler put an arm around Bruce's shoulder and led him into the office.
Bruce felt his heart flutter. "So, your cousin says you're a pretty
smart little cookie."
Bruce giggled. "I doubt he called me a cookie."
"No. He did say you had a great head for business. Take a seat, Miss
Wayne."
Bruce sat down, knees together. He was dressed in a tight black skirt
and a white blouse that hugged his full breasts. It was silk and very
modern-- semi-transparent, his lacy black bra visible beneath. Black
pumps. Silver earrings flashed from his long black hair. He glanced at
his newly manicured nails, admired the flash of the thin bracelet on his
tiny wrist. "Well, he always had the nicest things to say about you."
Tyler didn't answer. He perched himself on his desk and just stared
right into Bruce's eyes. Their eyes met and Bruce held his gaze for a
time, but then, feeling his cheek flush, he suddenly looked away and
giggled. Again. "Mr. Horatio," he said in a small voice.
"Oh," Tyler said. "I am very sorry. It's just-- you look so much like
Bruce. You could be his daughter."
"I get that all the time. So, that's why you were staring?"
"That, and the fact that you may be the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen."
"Oh," Bruce said, a smile spreading across his pretty face. He reached
up and toyed with one of his earrings, then whispered, "thanks."
Tyler smiled.
"Hey, get us some coffee, sweetie. And then we'll talk about your
training."
"Kay," Bruce said.
"Cream? Sugar?"
"Black," Tyler said. "But you put cream and sugar in yours."
"Okay," Bruce said, feeling all light and tingly, and not even realizing
as he scurried off that he was falling in love. It was strange being
back at the office, but now as a girl, looking at all those familiar
faces, knowing them and wondering how shocked they would be if they knew
that girl in the tight skirt actually was their boss. He could feel the
eyes of the boys fluttering across his body, and he gave his behind a
little wiggle teasingly...
He giggled to himself some more. Who would guess that it was Batman,
the dark knight, the vigilante was shaking his pretty little behind for
the guys in the office? Guess I have come a little way from 'don't
break my jaw" to 'sweetie, get some coffee.' Life sure was funny
sometimes!
He smiled, pouring the coffee... and the song came back to him again and
filled his mind...
Where would we walk?
Where would we run?
If we could stay all day in the sun?
Just you and me
If I could be
Part of your world
Mrs. Tyler Horatio, he thought, smiling. Imagine that? How silly and
fun would that be?
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