"You're lucky your mother isn't around to see this," Alfred said.
Bruce looked up from a final review of himself. Everything felt constricted, his busted lungs struggled to breath under the strain of the corset and the leotard left little to the imagination or protection. He twisted slightly to stare at his rear again. The tight cloth made the pert ass look tighter. Nothing large, but hopefully not out of place.
"I think she'd be happy to have a daughter," Bruce joked. He started speaking lighter, with a slightly higher register. His sentence ended in an upward tilt -not quite a question, but close. It still was a little husky, but that wasn't a bad thing either. He needed to get into the mind set and prepare himself for the night. He wouldn't have any of his normal strength. He'd need to plan more and use his agility. "I don't think I look to bad either."
"Maybe so, Master Bruce," Alfred shook his head, "I'm sure she'd prefer her daughter to wear a little more."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time," Bruce said. He motioned toward their small garage. "I'll be taking one of the beaters. It will look less out of place."
"Do you have have any identification at least?" Alfred moved first, his discomfort at him obvious.
"I have a Matches Malone kit ready for this kind of situation. Its already in the car - with a purse." He admitted and followed as carefully as he could in the heels. He had worn shorter heels in the past, minor costumes, but nothing like this. The serum didn't take any from his height, yet girls were expected to where at least four inch heels, leaving him at least six and half feet.
His hips rolled at he walked, and the cloth nearly dug up his ass. He didn't let Alfred see his discomfort. He did not have enough time for an argument and surveillance - not if he wanted to be back in time to safely change.
"You could at least attempt to have some decorum, Master Bruce," Alfred said when he turned back to look. "Unless you are intending to be picked up as a woman of the night."
"Unfortunately," Bruce said when he finally made it over to the car, "that is what I need to be. I'll keep you posted, but this should be a quiet night." He opened the door, turned and sat ass first before swinging his legs in. He slowly was getting into character - he hadn't thought of a name, yet, but by the time he got there, he would have a decent one.. He turned the key, the ignition sputtered, though it ran perfectly. It was clever work, despite being completely repaired and have several after market safety features.
"i would truly wish to believe you," Alfred said as he watched the car speed away.
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