Chapter #5Red Hood - Jason Todd, aka White Rabbit by: MadameMystica   The light dimmed. The dial gone. Jason frowned. What the hell was that all about?
"Brother Eye, what just-"
Jason's eyes shot open. He grabbed his throat. What was wrong with his voice? He touched his cheek with his now bare hand. Where was his helmet? Instead he wore a mask but it was unlike his usual one. This was much larger and covered his whole face except for his nose and mouth. It ran into a collar firmly clasped around his neck. He felt the texture of the mask but was distracted by the strands of long white hair that fell into his hands. Since when did he have hair this long? And white? His hands were notably more slender in appearance, encased in long, white, elbow length opera gloves with pink trim. He felt passed his strangely long hair and found two protruding objects coming out the top of his mask. Were those... fake bunny ears...? Was he wearing a bunny cowl?
"Eye? Eye!"
The more he heard his own voice, the more he had to face the fact that he wasn't quite himself. Looking down, he gasped. He was greeted by a deep cleavage encased in a white corset with pink trim, a pink leather band connecting to the collar attached to his mask. He wrapped his hands around them, squeezing them and moving them around. To his horror, they were all too real. He felt every last movement and touch. The newfound sensitivity of his breasts sent signals to his brain he didn't understand.
"Am I a...."
He tugged at the fabric of his new skimpy costume. He ran his hands down his body, taking in the curves he now possessed. His palm glazed his crotch just slightly, seeing he now sported a matching pink thong with a small bunny tail on the back. He didn't feel anything down there. His worst fear had been realized. Whatever that dial did to him, it made him a chick?!
Frantically, she looked for her reflection in a nearby window. She froze when she saw a half naked girl standing there with a surprised look on her face. She didn't recognize the costume at all. The girl wore a white corset with pink trim, matching high heeled thigh high boots, opera gloves, a pink thong with a bunny tail on the ass, and a godforsaken bunny cowl. Her eyes and face were absolutely caked in makeup.
Jason reached out and touched her hand against the glass. The reflection did the same. This only confirmed what she was afraid of.
The former Red Hood immediately failed to identify the woman at first. She could have sworn she'd seen her somewhere before. She was one of Batman's enemies, albeit one of the nobodies. She was in the same league as Catman, Kite-Man, and Condiment King. Gotham seemed to have no shortage of lunatics. Some said that there was something in the water. The more she thought about it, the name finally came to her.
"White Rabbit?! I turn into a villain and I get WHITE RABBIT of all people?!"
She stood there in disbelief that she had somehow become a different person, let alone a dumb playboy bunny girl themed villain.
"The dial!"
It hit her like a runaway train. The dial must have done this to her. Dammit, why didn't she listen to Brother Eye? It tried to warn her.
Jason went to search for the device but tripped and fell flat on her face. The ridiculous high heeled boots had gotten the better of her.
"God fucking dammit!"
She scoured the rooftop, finding nothing.
"What, did it vanish? It was just right here!"
Jason groaned in her new feminine tone, facepalming.
"I swear, I'll never second guess Eye ever again. Just lemme find that damn dial..."
She pondered what might happen to her if she failed to change back. It would be near impossible to get anyone to believe she was who she said she was. The GCPD would recognize her as one of Gotham's supervillains (if you could even call her that).
Bruce might have believed her but the Batcave was on the other side of town.
Suddenly, someone approached...
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