Dick noticed that Barbara's costume was the only thing that hadn't been knocked over. Curious, Dick approached the chamber that Barbara usually used to suit up in. Out of nowhere, he tripped or something shoved him from behind. With acrobatic grace, he somersaulted and landed swiftly on his feet. However, when he looked behind him all he saw was the chamber door that was now shut and a few clicks signified he was locked on the inside.
"This isn't funny! Open this door!"
"There is no one else present, Miss Gordon."
An automated feminine voice addressed the vigilante.
"Who said that? And I'm not Barbara."
Dick snapped.
"Let me out of here!"
"I am Barb. I am an artificial intelligence that you—Barbara Gordon—created based off of your own personality to help you stay in shape and in crime fighting condition. According to my scans, you are in fact Barbara Gordon, daughter of James Gordon and Barbara Eileen Gordon, aka The First Batgirl."
"Yeah? Your scans are busted. Now let me out."
"I cannot do that, Barbara. My scanners indicate that the Bat Signal has been raised and you are not suited up in your proper costume. I am also detecting several physical anomalies that will need to be remedied. Lucky for you, I have saved a genetic template of your exact physical specifications. I will begin the remedying process momentarily."
Dick banged on the door with his fist, plucking one of his electric batons off of his belt and charging it up with a plan to overload the machine. However, a metallic hand sprung out of the ceiling of the chamber and grabbed him by the wrist, causing him to drop his weapon. A second hand latched onto his other arm.
"Hey! Let me go right now!"
"I cannot do that, Barbara. This is for your own good..."
Several mechanical arms stripped Dick of his Nightwing costume and his gadgets, leaving him completely nude in the cold metal chamber. Razors started running all across his body, shaving off every spec of hair from the neck down.
"It is very unladylike to accrue so much leg hair, Barbara."
"Shut up! Let me out!"
The chamber wrapped a metallic corset around Dick's waist.
"Tightening. Slimming waist in three... two..."
The corset knocked the wind out of Dick and he had been punched in the gut more times than he could count. The corset was removed and he stared down at his now awkwardly shaped body. His thin waistline contrasted greatly against his broad shoulders and straight manly hips.
"You're already looking better. This next part is going to pinch a little."
Tubes snaked up Dick's body with pointy tips. They latched onto his skin and began pumping a mystery liquid into his thighs, ass, and chest. His muscles slimmed down as they dissipated. Dick groaned as his body was force-fed female growth hormones, his ass and hips plumping outwards as his thighs thickened. He hated to admit it but feeling his smooth sexy thighs against his cock was making him grow stiff. His hands and feet shrank down to be dainty and feminine. He cried out as the machine pumped some kind of breast inflating liquid into his chest, causing him to grow a firm pair of boobs the exact size of Barbara's. In fact, she'd match Barbara's proportions from the neck down now at least if it wasn't for... oh no.
A suction cup looking device sucked itself against Dick's member and family jewels.
"Stop this right now! I'm not Barbara! I am Dick Grayson! I am not a woman!"
He pleaded.
The sucking began and Dick almost had an orgasm instantly. He could feel his insides being rearranged, his penis being shifted inside of him and vanishing within. The chamber converted his genitals into a biological woman's with a womb, ovaries, and all.
"According to my scanners, you are in fact a woman."
Before Dick could retaliate or anything he was assaulted by a horrid contraption shaped like Barbara's face. It latched around his skull, altering his facial structure.
"Mmmmhh!"
He tried to scream but he was muffled. When the head piece finally popped off, long red hair fell to her shoulders. A tube snaked down her throat, which she gagged on for a few seconds until it retracted. She gasped for air.
"Wh-what the fuck..." she blushed, hearing she now sounded exactly like Barbara.
"You changed my voice!"
"I restored your body back to your preset template of your ideal body, Barbara. Now it is time to suit up. Gotham needs you."
The hands started dressing her against her will. Starting with a purple bra and panty set with a bat pattern, she was slipped into the black and gold batsuit and the high heeled boots that accompanied it. Her cowl was placed on her head and some light makeup was applied to her face. Finally, the door shifted open and she ran out.
What does she find?
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