The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit.
Once again, this story is based upon the Dick Grayson version of Robin as he existed in the original Batman animated show in the mid-90's. I'm setting it in the timeframe of my previous stories, "Robin's Costume Adventures" and "Robin's Worst Nightmare" (Now both combined and set in 'Batgirl & Robin - Costume Capers'). In these two stories, Dick became quite adept at doing feminine character disguises, and Barbara Gordon, otherwise known as Batgirl, expanded her friendship with Dick considerably after she became familiar with his crossdressing.
I would really love to hear any comments you'd like to send me. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it!
Happy Birthday...Robin!?
by Steve Zink
Barbara Gordon wanted to really surprise Dick Grayson on his next birthday. A lot had happened in the year since the last birthday party of his that she'd gone to at Wayne Manor. When Dick had turned 17, Bruce had put on a gala affair, but really, for two not really young people, it was a bit lacking in something. At the time, neither knew of the other's costumed alter ego, but both felt the need for something more while the other similarly aged partygoers were seeming to have a blast.
So as Dick's 18th birthday approached, Babs made plans for a private party to take place after the affair that was being set up at Wayne Manor once again. For all she knew, this might be the last chance she had to do a private party before Dick went on to college, possibly at a university far from where she herself was set to continue her own education. This meant time was running out for some good fun, and she wanted his 18th birthday to be a really great one.
Because the pair had become very close in their relationship, Babs knew all about Dick's recently developed penchant for crossdressing. What had surprised him was the way in which she reacted to finding out about this. He'd originally feared that she would find it revolting, but instead she'd found it to be a great enhancement to their love making. It seemed that the gorgeous redhead had developed a bit of a bisexual leaning after a few of the encounters she'd had with Catwoman as Batgirl, and having Dick available as both a well-developed male and also a cleverly adaptable female, in form and shape at least, filled a lot of her sexual cravings.
Since the birthday gala at Wayne Manor would be a festive yet 'straight' affair, Barbara made her plans for a much different celebration to take place afterward. She made arrangements for Dick to sneak away and get to the house he'd been renting since the night in October the year before when he'd played his costuming act for Batman. They'd both had more than a bit of fun there ever since she'd found out what he did there, and when her own costume collection was brought to the house for fun and games, the possibilities had seemed almost endless. This time, she wanted to surprise Dick and bring along an entirely new costume. She had spent a couple of months preparing it, and just knew that he was going to love it when the private birthday took place later in the evening.
* * * * *
The party at Wayne Manor was nothing short of fantastic, given the fact that Bruce Wayne had untold resources with which to put it on. He was making sure that Dick Grayson got the best he could possibly give, since they were more than family and were all each other had, aside from Alfred, the aged butler who not only served them unfailingly, but also was a sage font of advice. Besides many of Dick's school classmates, a few teenaged children of other well-to-do socialites were invited. Presents were abundant, but one present was overlooked in its simplicity. The small white envelope went unopened and cast aside as so many gaily wrapped boxes were opened.
Whether opened or not, the gift in the envelope had been given, and would take effect. One of Batman and Robin's friends in the Justice League of America, Dr. Fate, had used his magic to grant one wish to Dick for his 18th birthday. The note in the envelope told him that whatever he made a wish for after blowing out his candles would actually happen, as opposed to the usual unfulfilled wishes made on such occasions. However, the birthday boy missed seeing this envelope, and so did not know about his very special gift.
Babs was standing at Dick's side as he blew out the candles on the huge birthday cake that Alfred had made, and giggled as she watched him work his way around the perimeter of the cake extinguishing flames. He was just about breathless as the last one went out, and before Dick could even think about any wishes, she reached over and planted her lips on his. When they both came up for air, a watching crowd of young people and the few adults present heard her say, "Happy birthday, Dick," in a voice that seemed more than a little saucy.
"Whoah! Thanks a lot!" he said in a soft and shaky voice. "And to all the rest of you," he said much louder, "thanks for being here for my birthday, now let's kill off this cake!"
Dick had the honor of cutting the first piece, which he handed to Babs. Alfred did the rest of the cutting, and like the gentleman that he was, the now eighteen-year-old waited until all those present got a piece before accepting one for himself. The party went on for only a bit longer after the cake was consumed, with a round of hand shaking and hugs among the partygoers as they departed. Babs was one of the last to leave, and winked at Dick as she approached him. As she hugged him closer than most of the other girls had, she whispered in his ear, "Now the real party can start. See ya later!"
Dick grinned wide, and whispered back, "I can't wait!"
He watched Barbara get into her car, then went back into the study to once again check out the pile of gifts that had been unwrapped earlier in the afternoon. Alfred had placed the small envelope from Dr. Fate in this pile, but once again, its inconspicuous nature brought another ignoring. Dick grinned when he noted all the decidedly male items in the stack, and just knew that Babs was going to have something completely different waiting for him.
Dinner was light that evening because of the cake and other goodies from the party. Bruce had originally intended to put on a grand and festive dinner for Dick's landmark 18th birthday, but when the afternoon party had been substituted, plans changed. Dick had mentioned that he and Barbara were going to get together later in the evening, but kept to himself any ideas he had of what she might be planning. Bruce knew quite well how the friendship had been developing between his ward and the daughter of his good friend, Police Commissioner Gordon. He knew enough to merely caution Dick to be careful, and have a pleasant evening. Inwardly, Bruce wished he could be there to see just what kind of fun they were going to have.
* * * * *
Dick got to his still rundown-looking house on the other side of town shortly before he figured Babs would arrive. Since he didn't know just what she had in mind, he decided not to dress up in any of the costumes that were on hand. Barbara had told him it would be a surprise birthday party, at least in mind of what would occur, if not the fact of the party itself. He took a seat in the living room, and switched on the TV to catch the latest news on CNN. They were just getting into the financial news when the doorbell rang.
Hitting the off switch as he stood, Dick went over to the door and put his eye to the peep hole. He grinned broadly at the sight he saw; Babs was standing there with a wry grin on her face, knowing that he was watching her just that moment. He unlatched the multiple locks on the door, then swung it open to invite her in. He renewed his grin when he saw the nice outfit she had put on for this after-the-party party. She was wearing a skintight, light blue long sleeved turtleneck body suit which became completely visible after she shucked the light grey jacket she'd worn over it. The short black skirt she wore exposed a pair of legs sheathed in smokey grey hose, with a pair of knee high black boots having sexy five-inch stiletto heels completing the outfit.
Besides her purse, Babs also was carrying two rather large zippered bags. As she lifted them, the redhead said, "Inside these bags is a gift that I'm sure would have raised more than a few eyes at the party earlier today, and my Batgirl costume. We're going to really have a ball with this one, so while I go get changed into my costume, you take your bag and get dressed yourself."
Dick hefted the bag she handed him, then said, "I can't wait to see who you want to have fun with this evening. I bet we're going to have a ball!"
Babs just grinned, and headed for the second bedroom she'd grown accustomed to using for her changes at the house. Dick took his own bag into the master bedroom that had become the home of his female characters over the past year.
Since the redhead would need very little time to strip out of her sexy getup and get into her Batgirl costume, Dick knew that he'd have to work quickly. So instead of opening up the present she'd just given him, he decided to get dressed in his own Batgirl costume to try and surprise her. She knew he had it, but had never actually seen him in it. He wasted no time in taking off the shirt and pants he'd been wearing all day, along with the shoes, underwear and socks.
Before any randy thoughts got him excited, Dick folded his cock up between his legs with his balls pushed into the cavity above it. He opened up the drawer containing all his foundation garments, and pulled out a cache sex to keep his cock in place. At the same time, of course, it also gave the impression of a bushy feminine mound with a vertical slit in his crotch. Babs had given him some *very* realistic looking equipment in the past year, which had really enhanced their faux girl on girl love making. This was quickly followed by his medium sized breast forms being glued in place and blended in to look almost real, and then the waist cincher and corset.
After so much practice, the bottom and top of the Batgirl costume went on in a flash, and Dick wondered if Babs herself ever tried to do a quick change like he'd gotten used to. Time precluded doing makeup to feminize his face, so he slipped the specific Batgirl female face mask over his head and zipped it closed. He blended his eyes into the openings on the mask, then pulled the orangeish red wig on over the bald latex dome. He clipped the cape to his shoulders, put the cowl on and blended it into the costume top, then sat down to zip on the boots. He popped the voice modifier into his mouth, shifting it around until what he heard was satisfying. Finally, the gloves were pulled on, and Dick once again had become Batgirl.
Or at least, *a* Batgirl.
The real Batgirl had gotten dressed in a rather leisurely pace since she knew her friend would be taking a lot longer. As they'd done in the past, she sat in the second bedroom and awaited a knock on her door telling her that Dick was ready. When that knock came, actually a lot sooner than she'd expected, Batgirl stood and went to her door. When she opened it, her mouth went agape as her jaw dropped in surprise.
"Oh my!" the faux Batgirl said in a voice identical to her own. "If I'm Batgirl, who could you be?"
The devilish mind of Barbara Gordon went to work right away, and she came back with an almost instantaneous well-thought out reply. "Gosh, Batgirl, you caught me. I'm really Poison Ivy, and I got dressed in this Batgirl costume to try and fake out Batman. But now that you've caught me, I guess that plan is shot."
"Good one!" Dick said. "Would you like to put on my Poison Ivy costume now to follow through on that?"
"Hee hee!" the real Batgirl tittered. "No, I'm going to stay in this costume. Though I really like what you're wearing, I want to see you in your new birthday present. You've already got me hot and wanting to grab you right here and now, but once you've changed, I think I'm going to go ballistic. In your new costume, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. Now get going, girl!"
Dick loved it when Babs used the feminine girl when talking to *her* and knew that some intense bedroom activity was being set up. He loved to think of himself as *her* when dressed up, and so *she* went back to the master bedroom. She left her voice modifier in place, along with the face mask and foundation garments, but removed the Batgirl costume and the red wig.
She unzipped the bag which Babs had brought her, then Dick started to pull out the costume parts inside. There was a purple catsuit with a shaped tail and a cowl with ears, long black gloves with claws at the fingertips, thigh high black boots with incredibly high, ultra sexy stiletto heels, a really long black wig, and a very long black bull whip. She took one look at the whip and wondered just what kind of activity Babs was looking forward to. With that whip and the costume, she'd look like and be a cruel dominatrix!
There was also a small note saying that Dick should use the largest breast forms he had, so before doing anything else, she dissolved the material blending her medium sized forms into her chest, and unglued them. She then reached into the forms drawer and pulled out a pair she'd worn only once before. They were a massive 42HHH set of breasts, with a commensurate heavy weight.
With these massive orbs glued on and blended in, Dick had what looked like the figure of an exotic dancer. The makeup on the Batgirl mask didn't look quite right for this erotic form, so she added some highlights making her face look more like a slut. "Hee, hee," she giggled. "Just call me Roxy, the horniest prostitute in Gotham!" Then, as she cupped her massive boobs, she added, "Boy, do I love being an exotic dancer!" in a bimbo-like voice. "But watch out, scum, because I'm also Mistress Roxanne, the most cruel, wicked and malevolent dominatrix Gotham has ever seen, with such a commanding authority that whatever I say goes, so that all my 'victims' will do whatever I say," she added in a new much harsher and sexually cruel voice.
Dick grinned at what she could do with this new form. It seemed to be so much more flamboyant than anything she'd worn before. She could feel her true sex getting hard with excitement, but held off knowing that Babs was looking forward to some heavy playing.
She picked up the purple catsuit, and noted how similar it was to the grey Catwoman costume she had. It looked like Babs was working on doing a variation of Catwoman, and maybe looking for some bondage and discipline with her, judging by that bull whip. As she was pulling the catsuit over her legs, Dick noticed how much slinkier it felt compared to the other costumes she'd worn. 'I'll have to remember to ask Babs what she made this from,' she thought while pulling the top up over her now massive chest and slipping her arms into the sleeves.
The top molded itself to each of the mounds on her chest, and they stood out like nothing she'd ever worn before. The black thigh high boots were quite similar to the ones she'd suggested to Selina herself a year earlier, and she just loved the even higher stiletto heels, even if the real Catwoman had stuck with her flat soled knee high boots. It was a good thing that Dick had gotten used to wearing really high heels in the past year, because the ones on the boots Babs had given her were really something, possibly as much as two inches higher than those knee high boots in which the redhead had arrived. She had the feeling they were meant more for bedroom wear than street wear! As she zipped each one on, Dick noted how they clung to her legs, actually reshaping them slightly to a more feminine shape. Something to really thank Babs for!
She picked up the long black wig and placed it over the latex dome on her head, then got a brush and straightened it out. It fell down almost all the way to her waist, and some cascaded down the front of her chest to the tops of her monstrous boobs. Then Dick pulled on the purple cowl, making sure to center her eyes in the eye holes which she now noted looked like those of a real vixen, even more evil looking than the real Catwoman's cowl. The bottom of the cowl was tucked into the top of the catsuit, and with all the detail work finished, she pulled on the almost shoulder length black gloves, which she found had very wicked and sharp claws at each fingertip. Good thing she'd waited until last to put those on!
There didn't appear to be any obvious way to place the bull whip on the costume, and after cracking it twice to see how well she could handle it, Dick just coiled it and stuck it into the top of the right boot. Before going out to show Batgirl, she struck a pose in front of the vertical mirror in her room. If anything, she looked like an even sexier, more exotic and erotic version of Catwoman! Evil just seemed to exude from her form. Just what did Babs have in mind?
As she strutted back down the hall to Batgirl's room, Dick could sense the sexier way that she was walking, induced by both her incredibly high heels and the form she now wore. Her incredibly huge boobs were swaying just enough for her to feel them, and the definitely more feminine sway of her hips was a direct result of the heels on her boots. She could just imagine how that figure and walk would look out on the streets! Instead of making a fist and knocking on Batgirl's door, she used her claws and tapped on it.
Babs heard this distinctive rapping, and jumped up from the bed upon which she'd been sitting. With building anticipation, she almost flew to the door to open it. The sight she saw upon doing so almost made her cum right then and there.
Dick was standing there in the new Catwoman costume she'd made, with her balled fists in the sides of her incredibly small waist below what looked like the biggest boobs she'd ever seen outside of strip clubs, her legs spread in a power pose and her head cocked at a daunting angle. "Oh my God!" Babs exclaimed. "You look even better than I'd imagined you would!"
Batgirl put her arms around the elegantly sculpted feminine purple form that was her friend, Dick, and while squeezing in a frenzied hug, felt her own not inconsequential boobs mashing into the monsters on her friend's chest. "Oh, wow! You look so good, and feel so good, I just wish that you could really feel the same things that I am right now. It's such a shame that you can only fake it while I have all the fun!"
"You know what? I've always enjoyed normal male and female sex with you, but I have wondered what it felt like for you when I got dressed up and played a female to your female. I wish I could be a male when we wanted me to be a male, but that what I am now could be the real me, with all that entails about who I am."
Dick had just made the first wish after blowing out his birthday candles earlier in the day, and Dr. Fate's unseen gift went into effect.
Dick felt a wave of mystical energy roll through her body, and then suddenly knew that it was indeed *her* body. No longer were there any kind of false forms or restrictions on her body. It was now true flesh and blood in an exotic female form that almost defied description. The latex on her face gave way to skin more beautiful than any cover girl's, but with the slutty makeup of a bimbo at present, and the man-made fibers of her almost waist-length hair became lush and shiny real hair. She could see the hands and fingers within her gloves becoming much more dainty and sleek, looking much more feminine than they had. She could sense somehow that her internal plumbing was now just what it was supposed to be, and that there was no longer a voice modifier in her throat. Instead of feeling the weight of what had been the huge breast forms on her chest, she now felt their true weight and also the sensations being shot through her now fully functional mammaries by the swollen nipples on each. Lastly, after all the physical changes were completed, her brain was modified to become what she'd told herself she was while joking earlier.
Babs watched almost in horror as she saw the latex on Dick's face melt away, and a sheen develop in her hair, among other things. Then, to her further shock, she heard a cruel and harsh feminine voice much smoother than the voice modifier had made say, "Ah, my wish has come true! That heroic thinking Selina Kyle had better watch out, for I am Roxanne Grayson, the true and evil as can be Catwoman. But for you right now, I'm Mistress Roxanne. Get your ass into that bedroom and onto that bed! You're about to discover the true nature of bondage and discipline." She then pulled the coiled whip from the top of her boot.
Besides her original wants and desires to do just that, Babs felt some strange compulsion to do just as Rox...no, Rox...why couldn't she say her friend's real name? Then she knew for sure that her friend's real name was indeed Roxanne! When she got to the bed, Batgirl turned and saw a Catwoman that looked more like a cruel dominatrix than Selina ever had in all their get-togethers. She had the whip handle in her right hand, with her left holding the coiled remainder of it.
"Now then, Batgirl, get out of that wimpy costume. For what we're going to do, exposed flesh is paramount. Besides, you're is such a wimpy do-gooder. You really don't want to be such a lighthearted heroine, do you? To fit in with me, you'd be a lot better off with an attitude that made yourself a real bitch, wearing nothing but black to fit that dark personality."
The sneer that formed on Barbara's lips at hearing that showed that she'd heard and understood all that Roxanne had just told her. Her new attitudes became even more apparent as they played together on the bed, gladly taking all the teasing her friend did with the whip and even more the stroking and actual flailing of the whip which left some nasty red streaks on her back and behind. The crop which Roxanne had found in one of the dresser drawers led to even more subjugation, and the new woman finally noted her ability to induce changes by her words when Babs took on a dominating role of her own to please her after she'd stripped out of her own costume.
At Roxanne's 'suggestion', Babs went into the costume closet to find the right domino mask and black gloves to become a dominatrix herself. The redhead then became so at home in her more cruel and secure personality that she and Roxanne revelled in their mutual mistreatment. When they'd finally finished, this mask and the gloves were set aside while a black leotard was fished from the costume box. When the black boots she'd worn while arriving were added, her new, all black costume to fit her dark new self was now complete.
Roxanne also gave Babs just the right orders to make her into a sex-starved nymphomaniac so that she'd have some company out on the streets. With her already wild sexual ideas, Babs took on the slut identity of Boobs, that would make even Roxanne seem tame. Roxanne was loving every minute of the fun they were having that evening, and knew that together, they'd be able to get all they wanted from then on.
By the time Roxanne had finished with Barbara Gordon that evening, there was not only no more hero called Robin, there was no longer any heroine known as Batgirl. Between what she'd been wearing when she arrived at the house earlier in the evening and some of the costume pieces Dick had placed in the house over the past year, a new costume had been generated for the new Catwoman's new kitten, Catgirl.
For the rest of that night, Roxy willed herself into her original form of Dick Grayson so that he could go back to Wayne Manor without arousing any suspicions. In reality, she was now using Dick's form as just a pretense, biding her time until she could invoke some major changes in the household. But that could wait. Before they did anything else, Babs and Roxanne made a visit to Police Commissioner Gordon after he got home the very next day. Barbara's father became aware that he had no living relatives in the Gotham area. This gave her the means to totally leave her past life behind, in order to live her new life with total freedom.
Roxanne and Barbara made short work of taking Selina Kyle out of action as Catwoman; Selina joined the other two new girls on Gotham's streets selling themselves to eager males. Roxy (Grayson), Boobs (Gordon), and Kandy (Kyle) all made enticing targets who were never grabbed by the police. Whenever she wasn't Kandy, Selina kept up her high lifestyle as a socialite, and took in Babs as her associate. Selina also became Tabby, to work with Catgirl as Catwoman's second kitten.
Roxy also became the star attraction at Sinsations, Gotham's premier strip club. Few of the customers there had ever seen a woman with both the beauty and the incredibly huge tits that Roxy had, and the clientele grew as word of mouth brought more and more men, and also more than a few women, to the club to see this exotic dancing sensation. Roxy decided to keep her smaller-breasted friends out of that fun, and never used her powers to get Boobs or Kandy to join her there, though.
Mistress Roxanne quickly gained a deserved reputation as a dominatrix without peer. Interestingly, more than a few of her 'customers' eventually found themselves living entirely new lives after being subjected to her wiles.
Roxanne's wish also enabled her to take on the male form of Dick Grayson when needed. This kept Barbara happy when she couldn't get adequate sexual satisfaction in her Boobs street identity. Dick also had a good place in Wayne Manor, with Roxanne's mind now directing him in getting Bruce Wayne to channel more and more funds from the estate into his hands. It wouldn't be long before Mistress Roxanne got her hands on Bruce Wayne, and soon thereafter, the disappearance of Batman from the scene. Catman, on the other hand, was one of the most skilled cat burglars in Gotham...
One simple birthday gift of a wish, which changed Gotham's world completely.
The end of the first wish variation...
