This choice: Stephanie Brown (Batgirl III | Spoiler) • Go Back... Batman had no time to waste. The longer he sat around in the cave contemplating his next move, the more danger the citizens of Gotham were in. THe experimental stealth suit he programmed over the course of several weeks emerged in a slot beneath the Batcomputer. Bruce picked it up, his fingers grazing the hyper realistic artificial skin. He held it by its shoulders as his eyes ran across it. The prototype had taken on a female form per his specifications. The computer had taken the liberty of making it anatomically correct, meaning it was capable of bodily functions just like a normal human body. There were no cutting corners when it came to going deep undercover.
The Dark Knight made sure to seal up all entrances to the Batcave, engaging the security lockdown so no one would intrude while he was suiting up. The less people that knew about his mission, the better. The last thing he needed was for them to try and talk him out of it or try to involve themselves. Although the thought of having to turn into one of his female proteges was an unsettling one, it was his only option. There was no getting abducted as Bruce Wayne, after all they weren’t after men and Talia and Ra’s already knew who his secret identity. .
Bruce glared at the suit for a moment, eventually sighing and feeling for the seam in the back. He knew that once he put it on, he was fully committing to going deep undercover.
“There’s no turning back from this. Lives are at stake and there’s no time to lose.”
Carefully, Bruce slid his bare foot into the suit's leg, the oddly warm fleshy material instantly gave him goosebumps. The suit itself was far too small to encompass all of Bruce’s beefy build, restricting his movement greatly.. The Dark Knight didn’t want to damage the suit by forcing it on so he slowly and carefully slid it over his bare skin. Just as he pulled the mask over his face; the combination of metahuman DNA and advanced technology went to work. Starting from his head; the suit shrank his neck down, restricting his vocal chords so his voice would only come out as Stephanie Brown. Her face replaced his own, his manly Wayne features were quickly overridden by Stephanie’s long blonde hair, blue eyes, soft chin, small nose, and pouty lips.
The bulky muscle he worked tirelessly to acquire and maintain shrank and slimmed down. His sizable biceps deflated and shrank as his arms became slender to match the body of the suit. His meaty hands compressed down into dainty palms and digits. Bruce moved his arms around, now a little less restricted.
His mass shrank down as his rock hard abs sunk in and his waist cinched inwards. His bones then crunched as his spine jutted and shrunk, taking almost a whole foot off Bruce’s original height. The nanobots inside the suit rushed to compress Bruce’s new size, crushing and snapping as every part of him was reduced down to a more compact state.
Around the torso Bruce is relieved that he could at least move around his upper body. He grinds his teeth for when there was a loud crackle as Bruce’s spine curved inward, forcing his butt and shoulders out and creating a neat S shape along his back.
A pair of C-sized breasts pushed out from where Bruce’s pecs were pushed from underneath the suit. He knew his bulge rising from the crotch of the suit was going to be a dead giveaway, but the suit promptly sucked his manhood into a slot somewhere before compressing it down flat. Only the suit’s slit remained.
Bruce’s shapeless butt pulsed and rippled as his ass cheeks pushed outwards, rising from a flat surface into the voluptuous but more curvy and girlish behind of Stephanie Brown. His muscular legs shrank and slimmed down, becoming one with the suit's effeminate hairless legs. His strong thighs burgeoned with soft fat, pulling his legs closer together trading their bulk for ample shape, fat rearranging and shifting to create a more girlish appearance, filling in his hips. Underneath the suit, each toe had barely fit into the suit's digits respectively. He watched as his feet were compacted to fit perfectly inside thanks to the nanobots inside the suit connecting the nerves to his own. Bruce’s feet crunched in and arched in their center as they were molded into a more petite figure.
The last vestiges of Bruce Wayne’s biological structure merged with the suit to the point where even Alfred couldn’t tell the difference between herself and the real Stephanie Brown.
Just as the Dark Knight was taking the sudden rush of changes in, a massive wave of euphoria washed over Bruce. The pleasurable sensation rushing to his groin and breasts were unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
“I didn’t program… UGH! Wh-what is this feeling..?!”
He fell onto the floor moaning as the final fusing process was well underway.. He didn't want his cover to be blown by something as arbitrary as a DNA test but he wasn’t expecting the wave of euphoria to be a part of the final fusion process. After the pleasure had swept over Bruce and his brain chemistry molded to match Stephanie Brown’s, she slowly arose. She nearly lost balance with her first few steps, her center of gravity throwing her off. She wanted to take a minute and sit down. She wanted to reflect on the series of perplexing sensations the suit just subjected her to, but she had no time. She was a naked blonde girl now.
She scampered back to her feet, finding Stephanie's Batgirl costume and taking it off the mannequin. She suited up immediately, quickly slipping into the lacy black bra and panty set the Batcomputer provided. She was half certain they were Selina's she left behind after a night together.
Bruce suited up into Spoiler and set off to find the League of Assassins.
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