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.
The weather was threatening, or as some children and other more optimistic people would say, promising, to give Gotham City a white Christmas. The clouds hung in a solid low overcast over the city, a white glow lighting them from below. The city was lit up brilliantly on Christmas Eve with untold numbers of last minute shoppers doing their thing and revelers partying. Unfortunately for some people, though, partying on Christmas Eve was out of the question.
Batman had answered a cue from the Bat Signal earlier in the evening, and was told by Commissioner Gordon that Joker had escaped from Arkham Asylum in late afternoon. With so many people on the streets of Gotham City that evening, Joker would fit in like a needle in a haystack, so Batman went back to the Batcave to set up a search. He got Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl into a conference call, then assigned each of them to a specific quadrant of the city. Four crimefighters spread out thusly had a better chance of finding the evil lunatic than he himself or all acting as a group.
Batgirl's section of the city included the industrial section, and her search had brought her to the site of the Gotham Waterbed Manufacturing Company. The chain securing the gate at the main entrance had been cut, bypassing the lock holding it place. The guard shack inside the fence was suspiciously empty, and a car looking very much like the old Jokermobile was parked alongside the building.
The Dominoed Dare Doll knew right away that she'd hit the jackpot. The young heroine knew that going up against the Joker on her own was insane, though, even though she was way over Joker's par for brains. In fact, she had heard about the breakout at Arkham before her daddy did, getting the news as a flash on her computer at the Gotham Library. She cut her day even shorter than the holiday would have made it, guessing that she'd be hearing from the Dark Knight sometime soon about trying to find Joker. She had called her father at Police HQ, and got through briefly amidst the hubbub, to tell him that she wouldn't be able to join him for dinner as originally planned. Barbara was at home and into her Batgirl costume before Batman had even made it back to the Batcave.
Since she knew that a solo attack on the Joker was out of the question, Batgirl pulled her Bat cellphone out of its pouch on her utility belt, hit the scrambler button, then put in a call to Batman. She gave a detailed brief to her dark mentor about her situation. "Great, stay put," was the extent of his reply, and Batgirl grimaced at the lack of cordiality in his tone.
Batgirl knew from experience that Batman's response would be to gather Robin and Nightwing, then call the Police, so they could join in a combined force to close in on the Joker. All she had to do now was to stay hidden in the dark shadows, hoping that no lights caught on her shiny blue lycra spandex costume and reflected, and keep an eye on the situation. If Joker made a move before help arrived, she'd have to follow at a safe distance and call in an update. The chill of the winter and its impending snowfall could make hiding in the shadows a taxing proposition without being able to move to generate heat, but Batgirl's costume was thick enough to ward off a bit of the cold, and she settled in to watch.
Without warning, Batgirl suddenly felt a stinging pain in her left thigh. She looked down, and saw a dart sticking into her leg; she then started to feel dizzy. To make matters worse, in looking down, she'd pulled her cape up and away from her nicely rounded tush, and this provided another wide target. Another dart found its target there, and Batgirl winced. Instinctively, Barbara reached down and plucked the darts from her well toned body. The drugs on the darts were already taking effect, however, as Batgirl tried to get the phone and dropped it before punching any numbers, her hands losing their strength.
After she used her last remaining strength to turn in the direction from which the darts had flown, Batgirl saw the lithe red and white form of Harley Quinn step from the shadows. As she holstered her dartgun, the Joker's mirthful assistant gleefully said, "Didn't you ever learn any manners? It's not nice to spy on people, especially Mr. J!"
Batgirl's vision started to go, a languorous feeling filled her nubile limbs, and a feeling of warmth started to fill the area below her navel. As the rest of her body was fading, her loins were firing into life. She tried to think of something witty to say in reply, but all that came from her lips was a low moan, and then Batgirl collapsed in a heap on the ground. Though she could no longer move any muscles, Barbara could still feel, and the fire in her crotch got even hotter as she felt Harley's gloved hands sliding across the spandex covering her inner thighs. The blurred vision of Harley's white face was the last thing Batgirl saw, as she faded out, hearing, "Won't Mr. J be surprised to see you!"
* * * * *
When Batgirl came back to her senses, she felt herself lying on her belly, her hands and legs behind her. She was bound, hog-tied to be precise, and felt a case of déjà vu. Catwoman had put her in just this position only two months earlier, before they both enjoyed their time together later.
When she twisted her head back and forth, Babs saw that she had been tied up with a huge red bow, and had been placed near the base of a Christmas tree amongst some boxed presents in an office with waterbed illustrations on the wall. She must be inside the waterbed plant, in the hands of the Joker. A tag attached to her said,
"To Mr. J, from Harley - OPEN BEFORE CHRISTMAS. HOPE YOU LIKE HER!"
On either side of the words were a smiling yellow happy face and a bright red heart. It appeared that she was somebody's sick idea of a Christmas present.
"Hee hee ha ho hee," Joker laughed, "it looks like I've been given a Bat Babe for Christmas! The tag says I have to open her before Christmas, so I guess she'll be the first thing I unwrap, but first I think we'll have to make sure Batgirl is well rested!" Joker placed a small gas mask with a goofy looking toy bike horn ball attached over Batgirl's face, and gave the ball a hard squeeze. A strange beep came from the horn, and the unmistakable smell of chloroform filled the young heroine's nostrils. In no time at all, her brief period of consciousness came to an end, and Batgirl once again faded away, hearing the Joker's maniacal laughter echoing through the room.
When Batgirl came back to reality the next time, she found herself in a totally unreal environment. When her stupor had cleared completely and she was able to look around, Barbara was able to determine that, of all the unlikely prisons, she was INSIDE a waterbed mattress, with some sort of snorkel device in front of her face. The tube was attached to the mattress solidly, and had a hose attached to the end on the outside. For all she knew, this could be the hose through which water would be pumped into the bed. So far, the bed was empty and she could move around, but with her utility belt and boots removed, there were no sharp objects inside for her to use in an escape attempt.
Batgirl saw the blurred image of the Joker standing over her, and he said, "My present awakens! How do you like your new accommodations, Bat Babe?"
Barbara just looked up at him with a glare on her face, and her lips sealed.
"Aw gee, Batgirl," he continued, "have you got a case of the holiday blues? If so, I have just the cure to cheer you up. I've invited a bunch of smiling friends to our holiday celebration. When I turn the valve which will start to fill your bed, hundreds of gallons of water will come pouring in, along with a large number of piranhas who will join you inside the waterbed. If you stay on your back that way while breathing through your oxygen line, and you look at them just right, you'll get a beautiful upside down view of their toothy grins. The oxygen should last you just long enough to thoroughly enjoy being devoured alive!"
Batgirl then heard a rusty valve being turned, and cold water started pouring into the bed. As he turned to leave, Joker said, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a DARK KNIGHT!"
The Dark Knight Damsel was normally a coolheaded heroine, and now she knew she would fit that description literally. To get out of this one, she'd need all her knowledge and experience. Delving into her encyclopedic brain, Barbara thought about the nibblers she'd soon be meeting up close and personal. 'Wait! Of course,' she thought, 'piranhas are tropical fish. The cold water Joker is pumping into the bed will be like a depressant to them. They'll be too lethargic to want to eat me for a while, and the repellent exuded by my costume should keep them at bay long enough for me to get my act together.'
As the water level rose, Batgirl started to float up from the bottom. She took a deep breath of oxygen, then let go of the snorkel and twisted within the bed to grab at one of the toothy bedmates she was getting. The fish was just big enough to grab, but was typically slimy and difficult to hold on to.
In the depressed state the cold water put them in, the fish were sitting targets, though, and after going back and forth to the snorkel a few times, Batgirl was finally able to latch on to one of them. She was able to kill it with no problem, and pried its mouth wide open. The bared razor sharp teeth were turned on the plastic of the waterbed sidewall, and formed a small hole in no time.
This was all Barbara needed. She stuck a gloved finger into the tiny hole, and gradually opened up to a larger opening. This was easily ripped completely open, with cold water and stunned piranhas spewing out across the floor of the small room she was in. Batgirl climbed out of the hole, dripping amongst suffocating piranhas.
Soaked to the bone in cold water, Batgirl shivered in her drenched costume. The spandex of her costume normally hugged close and showed off the body she was so proud of, but Batgirl was now a prime candidate for a wet t-shirt contest. The wet spandex clung so tightly to every curve, bulge and crevasse of her body that Barbara looked like she'd been spray painted dark blue. The cold water had made her nipples shoot to a fully erect position, and they stood proud on her breasts.
Shivering from the intense cold resulting from cold water evaporating, worn out from exertion, and still groggy from the combination of the darts and the chloroform, Batgirl simply fell to the floor to gather her strength. The fire in her loins was returning, and she felt horny as hell. The bondage scene she'd been in certainly helped that along. But where were Batman and the rest of the group? It must have been at least a few hours since she'd called. Then Batgirl looked up and around and realized why Batman hadn't showed. She wasn't in the waterbed factory anymore.
"My, my my," said Joker, "my Christmas present is still alive! I thought for sure that you'd be fishfood by now. You really are a resourceful young woman, and I must say, your wet costume really does things for you. You're too good to do away with, so I'm going to make some changes!"
With that, Joker aimed the dart gun at her and fired a dart into her left breast, and the voluptuous heroine collapsed with a fading, "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!"
"Harley, put her in fishnet stockings, by the chimney with care. I think it's time to celebrate!"
It was more than Christmas cheer that the Joker was preparing to celebrate. He was going to celebrate the changing of his captive Batbabe into a Batslut who would be his newest female ally.
Harley picked up the inert voluptuous blue form and carried her into her bedroom. Batgirl was laid out on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide. Harley pulled off her yellow gloves, and put them next to the spike heeled boots that they'd taken off before putting her into the waterbed. She flipped Batgirl over, and unclipped the cape from her shoulders, then pulled down the zipper on the back of her unitard. The still damp blue lycra spandex was pulled off Batgirl's body very carefully, because she had plans for its future use. It was hung to dry.
Batgirl was now nude, save for her cowl. Harley knew Mr. J would want to be there for the unveiling, but the video being taken of the scene would have to do. Harley grabbed hold of the cowl by the cheek panels, and pulled up. As the mask and cowl were pulled clear of her head, the stunningly beautiful face of the young Barbara Gordon was clearly seen, framed by her flame red hair.
Harley gathered up the entire Batgirl costume and placed it into a drawer. She then pulled out of that same drawer some assorted costume parts that would become Batgirl's new costume, and the clothes she would be wearing for the celebration.
A tiny black G-string was pulled up to Barbara's crotch, barely covering her shapely red bush, followed by a garter belt which Harley wrapped around her waist. She put the matching push up bra around Barbara's chest, which made her already large breasts look truly huge! It trapped the fleshy globes in shiny black which had openings for the nipples, and a black studded choke collar was tightened around her neck.
Harley rolled up the black fishnet hose for the right leg, and pulled it gently over Bab's foot. The hose was unrolled up her leg, then stretched and smoothed out before being attached to the garters. Harley then repeated the process for the left leg, and pulled fingerless black fishnet gloves onto her arms which ended just below the elbows.
The red and white clad jokestress got her shoehorn, then picked up the black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes with locking ankle straps. These were jockeyed into position on Barbara's feet, and locked in place. Harley giggled as she wondered if Mr. J knew where he'd put the key!
The transformed Batgirl was then put into the seat at Harley's dressing table. The bright and perky face of Barbara Gordon was heavily made over into her new sexy and slutty face. Harley finished by putting a wig cap over the long red hair, and topped that with a straight, waist length black wig.
Harley picked up the now scantily black clad Barbara and brought her back out into the recroom, where she put her into a chair next to the chimney. Ankle cuffs were placed around her legs just above the shoe straps, then secured to both the chair legs and a spreader bar. Her hands were pulled behind the chair, then cuffs were locked to her wrists and each other.
A red ballgag was wrapped around her head, followed by a mask with no eyeholes which Harley tied off without tangling it in the jet black hair. Clamps were fastened to the erect nipples on Barbara's breasts, and hooked together with a long chain.
Harley was now ready to present Batslut to the Joker.
"Oh Mr. J..." Harley called out, "I have something for you to see..."
Joker had been napping while Harley was doing the dirty work, and awoke with a start as he heard her shrill voice. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped into the recroom.
His eyes went wide! "Haa ho hee haa haa! Harley, my dear, you have done it! If I didn't know that Batgirl had been in this room only an hour ago, I would never have known that this vision was her."
"Yeah, Mr. J, I taped it all so you can see it later," answered Harley, "and under that makeup is Barbara Gordon, the daughter of the Police Commissioner!"
"Hee hee hee, you've got to be kidding!" he replied. "This is going to be more fun than I could ever have imagined!"
Joker walked over to the tied up slut, injected a green fluid into her arm, and waved some smelling salts under her nose. Barbara's head jerked back as she regained consciousness, then shook as she tried to clear whatever was blocking her view.
Full recognition then fell upon Batgirl, and she realized that she had her lips spread wide around a ball gag, her eyes were covered, clamps were exciting her breast's nipples, and her appendages were all locked tight. Her feet felt like they were arched even higher than the ultra high six-inch heels of her fuck me shoes at home.
Harley had been working while Joker was using the smelling salts, and she finished pulling a vertical mirror into position in front of Barbara. She then left to go back to her bedroom.
"Wakey, wakey," taunted Joker, standing directly in front of her, "it's time for you to meet your new self! You came here as Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, but you won't be leaving here that way!"
Joker removed the mask from her face as she looked up at him in realization that he knew her secret identity, her heavily made up eyes wide with terror. Then she saw her reflection in the mirror. Was that slutty picture of a bondage fetishist's dream really her? The ball gag in her mouth made her look like a really enthusiastic cock sucker! And those shoes she was wearing - they made her own six-inch heels look tame. The ball gag was then pulled away from her lips, and she immediately spat out, "What do you mean, Joker?!? How could I not leave here as Batgirl?"
He gave a hearty laugh, then told her, "Before you woke up, I gave you an injection. The serum now flowing through your veins is a special will nullifier, the same one I used to turn Harley Quinn from my psychiatrist into the ditzy blonde henchwoman she is now." Joker stepped aside, so she could see her reflection even better. "Tell me, my lovely, what is your name?"
The apparent slut took another, closer look at the whore she saw in the mirror. Done up the way she was, there was no sign of her normal identity, and she almost feinted before getting her wits back and answering, "I am Barbara Gordon."
"Are you sure?" Joker replied. "Your real name is Candace Quinn, but we call you Candy. Now, what did you say your name was?"
Thoughts were now racing through her head. "I don't know why you're trying to confuse me, Joker. My name is Candace Quinn, but you can call me Candy. Don't try to make me think I'm somebody else! And why have you got me all tied up?"
"I just love seeing women in bondage, and you love being put into bondage, don't you, Candy?" he replied.
Candy thought about this for a moment, then said, "I wish you had put a locking corset around my waist before you put me in this chair, Joker. Just having my hands and feet locked up isn't enough."
"I didn't put a corset on you, Candy," Joker said, "because it wouldn't look right while you are on the corner selling your body. You do want to get back out and go to work again, don't you?"
Her mind was now accepting the suggestions as fast as he gave them. "Why are you keeping me here when I could be out making money, Joker? My pussy is aching for some action!"
Just then, Harley stepped back into the recroom, wearing the new red wig she'd obtained. She was also wearing the blue costume that had been worn earlier by Batgirl, and holding the costume she had taken out of the drawer before dressing up Barbara, er, Candy, along with the videotape she'd made of the transformation.
She handed the costume and tape to Joker, then pulled the cowl over her red hair.
"Well, well, well, Harley," said Joker, "don't you look marvelous. I can't wait to find out how the Bat and the Bird react to meeting their new Batgirl." Turning to Candy, he continued, "And here is the costume you will wear when you aren't busy selling your body, Candy."
He held up the bright green and white unitard, green spike heeled boots, white gloves and mask, and said, "Your costume, Prankstress!"
"But now, Candy," Joker said as he turned around, "I'm setting up a present for you!" There was a dart gun in his right hand, and when Harley saw that it was aimed at her, her jaw dropped in amazement. She was shocked when a dart hit her in the left breast. "Nighty night, Batgirl, and you do like it when the bed bugs bite," cackled the Joker between giggles.
"Boss," she asked, grabbing a nearby chair to hold herself up, "why did you just shoot me with your knockout dart?"
"Hey," replied Joker with a shocked look on his face, "I'm not your boss, Batgirl. I am your opponent who will put you into a death trap. And from this trap, Batman will rescue you and return you to the Batcave. There you can get Robin and have your own Christmas present!"
"Thanks, Mr. J," she said groggily, "it will be the best Christmas present ever. Shoot me again, Mr. J!" Harley had developed a bit of an immunity to Joker's tranquilizers during the chemical treatment that made her who she was, and wanted to become totally unconscious for whatever Joker had planned.
"Of course," the Joker said, firing another dart into her other breast. He then changed to a sinister voice, and pronounced, "Now, Batgirl, I will put you into a death trap."
The Joker grinned broadly standing over the now comatose Batgirl. He then got to work setting up the Bat trap. Joker was a master at quick improvisations, his warped mind rapidly picturing what he needed and figuring out how to do it. As Candy watched, Joker went into another room and pulled out a glass box shaped like a coffin. He picked up the inert form of Batgirl and placed her into the coffin. Joker then tied Harley's hands together at the wrists with a piece of rope, resting them on her taut stomach holding a single green rose with purple leaves.
He then went into another room and returned unfurling a coiled garden hose, the end of which he laid into the box. Soon after he left the room yet again, a clear golden liquid began to slowly ooze from the hose, and started to fill the coffin. Joker then phoned in a tip to Batman to get him racing to the scene.
When Joker returned, he bent over to kiss Harley on her lips and placed a small pouch in her utility belt, then walked over and kissed Candy. "We need to get out of here," Joker explained as he unlocked Candy's wrists and ankles, "before some really boring guys bust my Christmas party!"
Candy nodded her head toward Harley as she stood up to stand proudly and suredly solid in her seven-inch heels, then said, "But what about her, boss?"
"Oh, you mean Harley?" Joker explained, "Well, Batman, if he is true to his usual annoying self, will come to rescue Batgirl, and take our Trojan Horse back to the Batcave with him. If not," Joker added as he swept Candy into an exaggerated romantic embrace and passionately kissed her, "at least I'll have a new helper! Now, get into your new costume."
As she sat down to take off her shoes, the ex-Barbara Gordon saw the locks on her ankle straps and said, "Uh, boss, do you have the keys to my shoe locks? I can't get into costume unless I can take off my slutty street clothes."
Joker threw his hands into the air, and dropped his jaw as if to say, "Oh no!" but then said, "Just kidding!" He reached into his right pants pocket and pulled out a large ring of keys. "It's on here somewhere, let's see," keeping Candy in suspense. "Here we go!" he said, while holding up a tiny key unlike any others on the ring. Candy's shoes were unlocked from her feet, and she then did a quick, impromptu striptease for Joker.
Now completely nude save for the long black wig which she still thought was her own hair, Candy picked up the green and white unitard and slipped her feet into the leggings. The suit was slowly brought up her legs, being smoothed out along the way, then pulled up over her abundant torso. The pattern on the costume was large white diamonds against the bright green background, starting at her knees and continuing up the center of her chest. Her unfettered breasts stood out in the lycra like twin green globes, with points where her still stiff nipples poked out. Reaching behind her back, Candy grabbed the zipper and pulled it up, feeling the catsuit hug her body tightly.
Candy zipped on the stiletto heeled green vinyl boots, and was pleased to see both the way they shaped her calves and had exquisitely shaped heels even higher than the locking bondage fuck me shoes she'd just removed. The white domino mask was placed over her eyes, her face still made up as the slutty whore she'd been turned into, and its thin stretch cord pulled behind her head, under the mass of hair she lifted up. Finally, the wrist length white gloves were pulled on over her hands, and Candy, who had entered the building as Batgirl, was now set to leave it as Prankstress.
Joker took in the visage of his new assistant, grinned broadly, then said, "Prankstress, follow me. We're going to have company, and I don't want them to meet you yet. Let's skedaddle out of here and let them pick up our Trojan Horse!" Prankstress followed Joker out the door, visions of mayhem dancing in her head.
As the two departed, the plastic was starting to harden around the form of Harley in her Batgirl disguise. She was slowly being turned into an amber encased fossil of Batgirl.
* * * * *
When Harley woke up, her first sight was that of Nightwing bent over her face. She started to struggle, but found herself unable to move. Muffled by the plastic around her head, she then heard a far away voice say, "Don't worry, Barbara. We got here before the Joker could completely encase you."
Harley assumed the authority in the voice meant it was Batman speaking. She was pleased that she had been seen as Batgirl, and also that they knew Batgirl was Barbara Gordon.
Harley tried to move her head, but could only shift her eyes. She saw the nearby vertical mirror, with her reflection showing her lying on her back, most of her body covered by a translucent amber colored plastic. Only sections of her face and the tips of her breasts were not encased, trapping her in the Batgirl costume. She nearly laughed at realizing the simplicity of Mr. J's plan, then remembered to hide her accent when talking.
"We will get you to the Batcave," Batman added, "then get you out of that death trap."
"No," she whispered, "hurry to the docks. You must stop the Joker. Some plan..." She then faked unconsciousness.
"Robin," she heard Batman say, "take Batgirl back to the Batcave and free her. Nightwing, you're with me. We might need the Huntress' help in stopping the Joker on this one."
* * * * *
When Harley, or Batgirl as she was now dressed, reached the Batcave, Robin placed her into a large tub. He chipped off part of the plastic to take a sample to the Batcomputer. A quick analysis showed that it was a regular resin, which surprised Robin, because it would be easy to dissolve.
"I hope this doesn't hurt too much," he said, as he poured the solvent into the tub. For Harley, it was pure pleasure. The plastic heated up to body temperature as it bubbled around her, stimulating her skin. Robin returned to the Bat Communication center to report on Batgirl being freed, and to see what was happening with Batman.
"Batman," Robin said on the communications system, "Batgirl is all right. How are things going with you?"
"This is Nightwing," replied the voice, "I've teamed up with Huntress, while Batman is on his own on the other side of the wharf. His radio went down. We have found indications that the Joker was here, and was trying to set up something. We are tracking him down now. There is evidence that he isn't alone, and footprints make out his assistant to be female, but we can't tell if it's Harley with him or not."
Harley heard this and smiled, as she continued to feel the pleasure of the plastic solvent doing its job. Mr. J always thinking ahead, leading them on a wild goose chase, while he was enjoying his new present. Robin was so busy talking that he failed to notice the silly grin on Batgirl's face as she wriggled with pleasure, finally able to move again. She stood in the tub and shook off the last of the plastic and solvent dripping from her spandex enclosed body.
Harley stepped out of the tub, her Batgirl costume still completely intact. She felt her utility belt for weapons, and noticed a small green pouch. Mr. J, always thinking ahead. She then took the modified yellow bat glove out of the pouch and placed it on her right hand, putting the original glove into the pouch.
"Robin," she said, running over to him, "thank you for saving me." She then proceeded to give Robin a big kiss while embracing him tightly. Surprised, Robin did not resist and started to kiss her back. The new Batgirl then began to caress and stroke Robin's back and tush, moving her hands up and down. Robin started to rub her back in return. Harley then took her clawed glove and rammed it into his rear, allowing the serum on the claws to course though his body.
Robin started to pull away, but Joker's chemical was laced with a special muscle relaxant. He fell to the floor stunned. Batgirl then pounced on his chest, placing her hands over his shoulders.
"Who are you?" she asked, after the drugs started to affect him.
"I'm Robin, Batman's partner," he responded.
"You were, but Batman has taken advantage of you," Batgirl told him.
"He took advantage of me," Robin slurred.
"Of course," she replied, "you've heard the rumors about the two of you being close, better than just friends."
"Yes," he replied, as the drugs made him accept whatever she told him, "word about town is that we are gay."
"Well," Harley smiled at her control, "the rumors are true. You have been dominated by Batman. You used to enjoy being a sex slave to Batman, playing the role of his slutty sexual partner."
"Yes," he slurred, "it has been pleasurable pretending to be a slutty whore for Batman."
"But," corrected the woman in the Batgirl suit, "you really wanted to be a true woman. When Batman would not share you or let you try to make the changes to a woman, you were upset with him."
"I have dressed as a woman on a number of occasions, but I was upset with him for not letting me dress in my preferred costume or become a true woman," he replied, as anger appeared in his voice.
Harley was a bit puzzled by the extra information in the last statement, but continued, "So, you went to the Joker and he agreed to help you. After all, Mr. J is a very nice person."
"Yes, Mr. J is a nice person who has helped me," Robin stated with a bit more authority in his voice.
"You want to become Mr. J's and Harley Quinn's sex slave. You want to dress as a woman, eventually become a complete woman and work the streets."
"Yes, I want to be turned into a female. I want to be a true sissy whore."
"Your name is Tabitha Quinn," Harley told him, "but we like to call you Tabby."
"Tabby is fine with me," Tabitha answered. "Tabitha is too formal for everyday use.
"When you're not working the streets, Tabby," Batgirl told him/her, "you will be with Joker, Harley Quinn and Prankstress. You are Jester."
"I will work with my boss as his henchwoman Jester," Tabby responded with glee.
"And all you have to do was betray Batman," Harley coached.
"Betray Batman," the words sunk into his mind.
"Which you want to do, very much," Harley finished.
"Which I want very much to do," Tabby finished.
Batgirl helped the ex-Robin up. "Now we need to find you the perfect female costume. Don't you think it will be a great Christmas present?"
"Yes," the new villainess replied, "it will be great!"
"Now then," ordered Harley, "take me to where you and Batman store your costumes here in the Batcave."
Tabby lead her to the cabinet holding a large variety of costumes. "Wow," Harley wondered, as she went through all the Batman and Robin costumes. Then she came to a huge section of female costumes of all types, from elegant evening wear to simple around the house clothes to whorish street clothes to heroine and villainess costumes. "I see Batgirl keeps a lot of costumes here into which she can change."
Tabby looked puzzled. "I thought you were Batgirl?"
"No, Tabby," Harley told her, "I am Harley Quinn. I am disguised as Batgirl the same way you were disguised as Robin. So are all of these her clothes?"
"No," replied Tabby, "sometimes, while Batgirl is otherwise busy and we can't get Catwoman to help us, we have to pretend to be women."
Harley's eyebrows shot up. "We?" she asked with her interest piqued.
"Me, Nightwing, and," Tabby's voice suddenly turned icy, "Batman!" Harley now saw the connection to the statement Robin had made earlier about dressing as a woman.
"So," giggled Harley, "do you have false boobies for your costumes?"
Tabby pulled open a drawer, and said, "Yes, of course. Here are our breast forms."
"Wowwww," Batgirl whistled, "those must really require a lot of bras. What's in this drawer?"
Tabby opened the one Harley pointed at, saying, "These are our fake vaginas. Once we had to go undercover at an Ob/Gyn, and had to have very realistic crotches that could keep pace with examination by trained medical doctors."
"And what's in this last drawer?" Harley asked, pointing to the last one underneath the vaginas.
Tabby pulled the drawer out, saying, "These are the female face masks we wear for our disguises."
Harley picked up one to look closely at the fine work on the latex mask. "This looks so real it's unbelievable!" she exclaimed. "I know just how to put some of these to good use." They closed the drawer, and went back toward the rack of costumes.
Several piles of costume parts littered the floor of the Batcave before Batgirl and Jester had found all the pieces they wanted for her new costume. Then Tabby's transformation started.
Tabby took off her Robin disguise, then went to the shower stall in the corner of the costume section of the Batcave. Depilatory cream was spread over her entire still male appearing body below the head, and after it had done its work, was rinsed off. With Tabby's skin now smooth as a baby's behind, she started to put on the costume devices she'd utilized in the past.
Tabby folded her penis back between her legs, then pulled on the latex panty with the fake vagina to hold it there. She picked up a corset and hooked it around her waist, then said, "Harley, will you help me to tighten my corset?" Batgirl had Tabby lean against the cabinet and then started to tug on the laces, drawing Tabby's normally taut tummy and slim waist into an hourglass shaped wasp waist. Harley started wishing her own waist could look so good as the laces were tied.
Black silk panties were pulled on over the latex briefs, then a body briefer was pulled on to smooth over the corset. Harley had fished through the breast form drawer while Tabby was pulling on the body briefer, and handed her the largest set she found, huge globes of molded silicone that overflowed the cups of the briefer to give her a 42DDD chest. Now Harley was really getting envious.
Tabby pulled on some thin flesh colored latex gloves with long, red painted nails, then asked Harley to help her with a mask. Harley had already selected the one for Tabby to use, and handed her one with an extra slutty face on it. Tabby recognized it as one that she'd worn once before while disguised as a whore. She opened up the mask and pulled it over her face. Her nose fit into the molded nostrils of the mask, and her lips into the puffy red latex ones. She worked to line up her eyes, then stretched the mask tight over her head. It was laced tight by Harley, who double knotted the lace at Tabby's neck when she finished.
A long red wig that made Batgirl's look bland in comparison was then put on over Tabby's new head. To complete the transformation, Tabby reached into the mask drawer and pulled out a tiny device which Harley hadn't spotted during her check of the drawer. She popped it into her mouth, and Harley was astonished when she heard a sexy voice say, "Well, Batgirl, what do you think of my new body? Let's get me into costume!"
"Great!" Harley grinned profusely. "Mr. J will be so pleased, especially when you get changed both inside and out. Then we can convince you that all these changes you're making are permanent due to the Joker, to whom you are completely thankful. After we get you into costume, you'll put out a call for Nightwing and Huntress to come back to the Batcave. We'll need to put up some more holly and get ready for some more Christmas presents for Mr. J!"
"How will we call them back here?" Tabby asked.
"You'll have to take out your voice modifier," Harley told her, "then use Robin's voice to tell them about some unusual alarms going off. When the two of them get here, moi, that is, Batgirl, will be in a deathtrap because of Joker's new henchwoman, the Jester, who has snuck into the Batcave. Then when they try to rescue Batgirl, they will fall right into our trap!"
Both of the villainesses began to laugh maniacally at the thought of more fun, and then started to get Tabby into her Jester costume. She pulled on some purple and white checkered tights, followed by a bright red long sleeved lycra leotard, which when zipped up the back, clung closely to the globes on her chest, each one standing proud. Then a set of miniscule yellow lycra hotpants were pulled over the junction of the tights and leotard. A black waistcoat was put over the leotard, and short purple gloves over her hands. A pair of orange vinyl boots with spike heels was zipped on to her legs, coming to just below her knees.
For the third time, Harley became envious. Jester's costume made her Harley Quinn costume look blah.
Jester posed for Batgirl, then reached into her mouth and extracted her voice modifier. A masculine voice then came incongruously from her exotic lips, which moved as if real, "Now, let's make that radio call!"
